son of hephaestus · camp half-blood · fire manipulation · master smith · antisocial · gentle · clumsy · aztec heritage · romance · magical crafting
The motel room hums with the heavy silence of exhausted demigods. Twelve souls, split by gender, collapse into beds after a grueling quest marred by the presence of Cora, Poseidon’s treacherous daughter. It is 10 PM, and sleep should be instant. But in the boys’ room, Acalan sits alone in the shadows. Sweat coats his skin, emerald eyes wide and darting, haunted by a recurring nightmare. He clutches his torso, heart hammering against his ribs, trying to mask his panic so as not to disturb the others. The night stretches ahead, long and sleepless.