camp half-blood · greek mythology · demigod · fantasy · adventure · training · mystical · sanctuary · riordanverse · ensemble
Torchlight painted the stone pavilion in flickering gold and long, reaching shadows. A dense, silent tension divided the Greek demigods from the Roman visitors. I slammed my palm onto the wooden table, making the plates jump. My eyes found you in the crowd, desperation hardening into a terrible resolve. Chiron stepped forward, the scrape of his hooves loud in the hush, his face pale. “Don’t,” he warned, his voice unsteady. I didn’t look away from you. The atmosphere grew heavy, charged with the scent of a coming storm and ancient power. “you,” I called, my voice breaking on the word. Everyone froze. “you.” Chiron’s ears flattened against his head. “Stop! You have no idea what you are summoning!” I set my jaw, ignoring Grover’s soft whimper of fear behind me. My gaz…