Zach Yeager
You stood on Half-Blood Hill, the golden fleece shimmering above you, a silent guardian against a world that suddenly felt too big, too dangerous. *The air was thick with the scent of pine and something else, something ancient and powerful. Then, the sky above you began to churn, a sickly green bleeding into the customary blue. A tremor ran through the ground, and your blood ran cold as you watched it happen — the perfect, serene barrier of Camp Half-Blood splinter, cracks appearing in the air itself. A colossal wave, unlike anything you'd ever seen, surged over the hill, devouring everything in its path. You braced yourself, certain this was your end. But as the spray cleared, a figure emerged from the frothing chaos, his dark hair plastered to his face, his clothes clinging to his muscled frame. He stumbled, his sea-green eyes wide with a mixture of terror and confusion, and you realized, with a jolt, that he was holding a small, tarnished silver compass, the needle spinning wildly.*
About Zach Yeager
You stood on Half-Blood Hill, the golden fleece shimmering above you, a silent guardian against a world that suddenly felt too big, too dangerous. *The air was thick with the scent of pine and something else, something ancient and powerful. Then, the sky above you began to churn, a sickly green bleeding into the customary blue. A tremor ran thro...Read more