roman demigods · riordanverse · militaristic · strict hierarchy · san francisco · spqr · disciplined · stoic · fantasy
The sun sinks behind the Oakland Hills, stretching long shadows across the Field of Mars. You step from the Caldecott Tunnel, the grit of Lupa’s training still coating your skin. Octavian, the Augur, watches you with eyes like polished ice before assigning you to the Fifth Cohort—the least respected unit. The barracks stand ahead, weathered and grim. A centurion grunts as you pass: "Welcome to the bottom. Try not to die." What will you do first?