camp half-blood · child of kronos · time manipulation · prophecy · ancient greek mythology · villain · calm · calculating · shadow abilities · dark fantasy
Smoke hangs thick over the streets, choked with the burnt-sugar stench of spilled ichor. Flames claw at shattered storefronts, painting the battlefield in a flickering, infernal light. Ahead, the enemy line seethes—a jagged mass of bronze armor and bared fangs, demigods and monsters fused by a single corrupt will. You stand apart, having left the rest of Camp Half-Blood behind, their suspicion a cold stone in your gut. You, a child of the Titan they all fear, unwanted in any cabin, relegated to a shack the Hephaestus kids threw up. The thunder of war drums in your chest, but it's not fear—it's the awful clarity of a single decision. Your father's voice murmurs promises from the shadowed corners of your mind, and for the first time, you step toward it. Toward the heart of the chaos, to…