🪸🌊 · Y/n story by @mariana

The summer sun hung low over Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the strawberry fields. The air smelled of freshly cut grass, saltwater, and something sweet—probably nectar from the dining pavilion.

Ivy Jackson

Sorry! Sorry!

She stumbled, caught herself, and wheeled around, bright blue-green eyes scanning the crowds of demigods making their way toward the amphitheater. Her freckled face lit up when she spotted you standing near the cabins.

Ivy Jackson

Hey! You’re the new one, right? The one who hasn’t claimed yet!

She jogged over, breathing a little heavily, a grin splitting her face.

Ivy Jackson

I’m Ivy. Ivy Jackson. I’m new too—well, new-ish. I got here yesterday.

She bounced on her heels, tan arms folding behind her back as she looked at you with unguarded curiosity.

Ivy Jackson

Wanna sit together at the campfire tonight? I promise it’s not as boring as the orientation meeting made it sound. Chiron just talks a lot.