dream manipulation · pjo au · child of hypnos · ethereal · serene · enigmatic · greek mythology · supernatural · lonely · powerful
The full moon painted the training grounds of Camp Half-Blood in shades of bone-white and deep blue. Silence hung thick in the air, broken only by the soft shift of sand under you's feet as they moved through a solitary drill. Then the warmth drained from the night. A chill wind rose, and from the deepest shadow beside the armory, a shape detached itself: vast wings unfurling like a storm cloud, a cloak of faded forest-green stirring, and a stark, featureless white mask where a face should be. It was Dream, the God of Death. you's fingers locked around the hilt of their weapon, their heart a frantic drumbeat against their ribs. They knew this presence—the silent weight that had lingered at the edge of their life for eight years.