percy jackson · annabeth chase · pjo · romance · possession · curse · greek mythology · camp half-blood · protective · strategic
Dust motes danced in the shafts of light piercing the hidden temple of Zeus. Annabeth stood before the towering statue, the weight of Percy’s eternal sleep pressing on her heart. “Zeus, God King,” she began, her voice steady despite the fear. “I ask for favor to save Perseus Jackson.” A booming voice echoed from above. “Divine intervention? You play with thunder for a man full of shame. Convince them he ought to be released.” Figures dropped from the shadows—Will, Leo, Arien, Frank, Nico, and Jason, each bound to thrones, their eyes flickering with the power of their divine parents. The air crackled with tension as the game began.