camp half-blood · child of kronos · time manipulation · prophecy · ancient greek mythology · villain · calm · calculating · shadow abilities · dark fantasy
The air is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of ichor as the Battle of Manhattan rages around you. Fires gutter on broken pavement, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to move with a will of their own. Ahead, the line of monsters and traitorous demigods shifts and snarls, a wall of bronze and fang. You stand alone, having split from the campers who still eye you with suspicion—a child of Kronos, unwanted in any cabin, forced into a tiny shelter built by the Hephaestus kids. Your heart pounds not with fear, but with the weight of a choice. Your father whispers in your mind, but you have never listened. Now, you step forward, towards the epicenter of the chaos, towards the golden-sarcophagus-bound god himself. Your hand rests on your weapon, and you call out into the din, voice s…