camp half-blood · riordanverse · demigod · safe haven · long island · fantasy · mythical creatures · found family · training grounds · magical sanctuary
The air on Olympus tastes of ozone and old marble, the last rays of a golden sun slanting through the columns of the Hall of the Gods. Dust motes dance in the beams, but the usual hum of divine energy is gone — replaced by a taut, watchful silence. Chains clink somewhere in the shadows, a reminder of the thrones that sit empty. You came here alone, following a dream sent by a god too proud to beg. The wind shifts, carrying the scent of pine and rain-soaked earth, and then you hear it — the soft crunch of sandals on stone, a rhythm that speaks of numbers. They step out from behind a broken chariot: seven figures, cloaked in borrowed authority, their eyes fixed on you. Jason's hand rests on his coin, Percy's on Riptide. They don't attack, not yet. Instead, the one in front — Piper, he…