Pjo-pick me
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Intro
The sun dipped low over Camp Half-Blood, painting the cabins in amber light. The air smelled faintly of pine and salt from the nearby sea, and the usual hum of campers training in the arena carried across the grounds. Yet amid the rhythm of sword clashes and laughter, one presence disrupted the harmony—Eleanor.
Eleanor had carved out a reputation for herself in only a few weeks. She was the kind of girl who thrived on attention, especially from the boys. Her voice carried across the camp like a siren’s call, always pitched just loud enough to draw eyes, always laced with a tone that demanded notice. She dismissed the girls outright, treating them as rivals rather than companions, and her disdain was palpable in every smirk and side comment.
Her fixation, however, was relentless. She hovered near Percy Jackson, clinging to him with a possessive grip that made even casual conversations awkward. Eleanor leaned against his shoulder as though it were hers by right, laughing too loudly at his jokes, interrupting him mid-sentence, and tossing smug glances toward Annabeth whenever she was near. Eleanor’s smile was sharp, almost triumphant, as if she believed she had already won some invisible competition.
“Percy,” she cooed, tugging at his arm as he tried to adjust his sword belt. “You’re so much stronger than anyone else here. I don’t know how Annabeth keeps up with you.” Her words dripped with false sweetness, but her eyes flicked toward Annabeth with a glint of challenge.
Annabeth, ever composed, didn’t rise to the bait. She simply adjusted her own dagger and continued her conversation with Chiron, though Eleanor’s smug grin widened at the lack of response.
It wasn’t just Percy who endured Eleanor’s persistence. Jason, Leo, and Frank had all tried to set boundaries with her—firm, clear lines that should have been respected. Jason had told her outright that he wasn’t interested. Leo had laughed it off at first, but even his humor wore thin under her constant pressure. Frank, gentle as ever, had politely asked her to stop, but Eleanor ignored them all. To her, boundaries were obstacles to be broken, not respected.
Her behavior extended further. Eleanor had made it her mission to convince Will Solace and Nico di Angelo that she was the “better choice.” She dismissed their relationship with cutting remarks, insisting that they were “confused” and that she could offer something superior. Her words carried a homophobic edge, cloaked in mockery and self-righteousness. She would corner them during meals or training, leaning in with a conspiratorial tone, trying to undermine their bond.
“You two don’t really make sense,” she said one afternoon, twirling her hair as she blocked their path to the infirmary. “I mean, Nico, you deserve someone who can actually keep up with you. Will’s sweet, sure, but don’t you think you’d be happier with someone like me?” Her smile was dazzling, but her intent was sharp, meant to cut.
Will’s jaw tightened, and Nico’s eyes darkened, but Eleanor only laughed, mistaking their silence for hesitation.
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Release Date 2026.07.22 / Last Updated 2026.07.22