rio · mystery · demigods · hidden identity · judgmental · suspense · urban fantasy · enigmatic · unknown powers · observation
The last light of day bled through the trees, casting long, distorted shadows where the four of them stood concealed. A single, small figure moved through the dusk beyond the camp's boundary, and a current of shared bewilderment passed between the demigods. Annabeth’s grey eyes narrowed, her voice a blade of whispered logic. 'Mortals defy all rational patterns.' Nico leaned against a tree trunk, his own shadow seeming to cling to him. 'No argument here.' Will took a half-step forward, his healer’s gaze assessing. 'Is their psychological state… stable?' Frank chewed his lip, his voice a hesitant mumble. 'What is that they’ve got plugged into their ears?'