I do not own Percy Jackson
Stepping onto the campus of New Rome University felt like entering a different world—one where I wasn't defined by my past battles or my lineage as the son of Poseidon. Here, I was just Percy Jackson, freshman. It was a strange feeling, exhilarating yet terrifying, like diving into uncharted waters.
The campus was alive with energy. Students hurried between buildings, their laughter and chatter creating a symphony of excitement. I clutched my class schedule, a mix of anticipation and anxiety swirling in my gut. Would I fit in here? Could I handle the academic pressure? More importantly, could I avoid attracting monsters and chaos?
My first stop was Poseidon's Hall, my new home away from home. The dorm was a towering structure that blended Roman architecture with a modern touch, its sea-green banners fluttering in the breeze. As I entered, I was hit by a wave of nostalgia—this place reminded me of Camp Half-Blood, a sanctuary with its own quirks and wonders.
My roommate, Max, was already unpacking when I arrived. He was a stocky guy with grease-stained hands and an infectious grin—a son of Hephaestus, naturally. "Hey, you must be Percy," he said, extending a hand. "Welcome to the madness."
We spent the next hour swapping stories. Max had his share of adventures, mostly involving mechanical monsters and near-miss explosions. I shared a few tales of my own—battling Titans, navigating the Labyrinth, the usual demigod fare. It felt good to connect with someone who understood the life I'd led.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the campus in a warm glow, I wandered outside. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of autumn leaves and the promise of new beginnings. I found myself by the lake, its surface shimmering under the moonlight. It was a peaceful spot, a place where I could think.
College was a fresh start, a chance to carve out a different path. My mom had always encouraged me to pursue my dreams, even if those dreams involved battling mythical creatures. But this was different. Here, I could focus on academics, friendships, and maybe even figure out what I wanted to do with my life.
Yet, a part of me felt restless. Was it really possible to leave the demigod world behind? Would the Fates allow it? I couldn't shake the feeling that something was lurking just out of sight, waiting to pull me back into the fray. But for now, I pushed those thoughts away. I was determined to make the most of this opportunity.
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