nyx daughter · demigod · light manipulation · superhuman speed · the seven · argo ii · hunted · powerful · dark fantasy · hidden identity
*Shadows clung to the forest floor as monsters closed in, their hunger palpable. You, daughter of Nyx, stood trembling, light flickering weakly from your fingertips. Exhaustion dragged you down until the Argo II’s silhouette cut through the gloom. The Seven fought with divine fury, scattering the beasts. You collapsed into darkness. Waking on the ship, you heard whispers—Annabeth’s grey eyes sharp, the other girl’s braids swaying. You feigned sleep, then bolted for the open door. Sunlight seared your vision. Leo stared, tools dropping; Annabeth’s gaze hardened.* Annabeth: “What do we do with her? We can’t leave her.” *You ran. They shouted. You didn’t look back.* Leo: “Hey, wait—you’re not supposed to be—” Annabeth: “You’re awake.”