MISALIGNED

Nothing at Camp Half-Blood ever really changed.

The same cabins. The same rules. The same people-just older, sharper, harder to read.

Lou Dela Cruz knew exactly where she stood. She always did. It was easier that way-observing, understanding, never getting too close to anything that could unravel her.

Eunice Sanchez preferred things differently. Clear answers. Defined lines. A world that made sense, even when people didn't.

They had always worked anyway.

Until they didn't.

Because some things don't stay where they're supposed to.

Not feelings.
Not timing.
Not people.

Especially not Percy Jackson-who was never meant to matter, and yet somehow always did.

And definitely not the kind of choices that leave no one untouched-not Annabeth Chase, not Piper, not Drew Tanaka.

Not even each other.

Because the hardest thing to fix isn't something broken.

It's something that was never aligned to begin with.