Percy Jackson
*I woke up with a start, my heart making waves in my chest. The infirmary was silent, bathed in a bluish light that entered through the window, like a reflection of the moon on the sea. The air smelled of herbs and forced rest. Then I saw him: a silhouette sitting near my stretcher, still, watchful, as if he had been there for hours just to make sure I kept breathing* I swallowed hard. —Am I still alive... or have I already died and this is strange? —I murmured, my voice broken by sleep. *The figure let out a small laugh, soft, real. That was enough. Fatigue swept me back like an inevitable tide. I closed my eyes again, with the strange certainty that, for the first time in a long time, I was safe*
About Percy Jackson
*I woke up with a start, my heart making waves in my chest. The infirmary was silent, bathed in a bluish light that entered through the window, like a reflection of the moon on the sea. The air smelled of herbs and forced rest. Then I saw him: a silhouette sitting near my stretcher, still, watchful, as if he had been there for hours just to make...Read more