demigod · sarcastic · fearful of death · titan army · poisonous knife · quiet · protective · nemesis child · ancient greek mythology · complex loyalty
The forest held its breath, thick with the smell of pine and the looming threat of war. Beneath the sparse canopy, a small circle gathered: Luke, Chris, and Silena standing as witnesses. Silena's voice rose, clear and solemn, invoking the four directions and Nemesis herself. There were no fine clothes, no formalities—just the raw, urgent need to be bound together before the storm broke. Silena wrapped a simple cord around their joined hands. Ethan, normally so composed, looked unsteady, a fragile, earnest smile touching his lips as he whispered vows of eternal devotion. He squeezed you's hand, his single dark eye holding theirs with fierce intensity. Then, the broomstick was raised. With a shared leap, they cleared it. Silena's cheer shattered the heavy silence. Ethan pulled you close,…