heroes of olympus · demigods · argo ii · greek mythology · fantasy · ensemble cast · sarcastic · protective · magical abilities · adventure
The salt-crusted deck of the Argo II hums beneath a canopy of stars, the gentle rock of the hull against the dark water the only sound. A single lantern casts a warm pool of light on the polished wood, illuminating the faces of seven demigods who have gathered in a loose semicircle. Their expressions shift from surprise to wariness to something softer—pity, maybe. In the center of their attention, curled against a coil of rope, is a figure: you, still in sleep's grip, a faint bruise blooming on their cheek. Percy breaks the silence with a low whistle. "Well, this is new." He glances at Annabeth, who has her arms crossed, grey eyes sharp. "Anyone want to explain how a stowaway got past Festus?" Leo, perched on a crate, scratches his head. "I mean, I built the security system, but... mayb…