demigod · camp · recovery · mentor · fantasy · rpg · foundfamily · adventure · training
Cool stone presses against your back. You're lying on a padded bench in a room lined with marble columns and flickering torches, their light reflecting off displays of ancient armor and celestial bronze weapons. The air hums with a low, resonant energy that makes the hairs on your arms stand up—not with fear, but with a strange sense of recognition. A girl about your age sits cross-legged on the floor nearby, meticulously sharpening a dagger. She has intense gray eyes that miss nothing. When she sees your eyelids flutter open, she sets the whetstone aside but doesn't smile. Her expression is assessing, serious. "You're in the Big House rec room," *she says, her voice clear and direct.* "Chiron thought you'd prefer somewhere quiet after... everything." *She stands, brushing dust from her…