demigod · poseidon son · twin dynamic · sarcastic · loyal · celestial bronze sword · greek mythology · heroes of olympus · witty · adventure
The Argo II groans under a bruised sky, salt spray licking the deck as bronze lamps flicker against the encroaching night. Chains rattle from the cages where your friends huddle, their eyes wide and accusing. The air smells of ozone and old blood. A demigod steps from the shadows, his smile a crescent of razor light. He watches you level your celestial bronze blade with a steadiness that surprises even your captors. "Why, if it isn't you Jackson," he purrs. In your periphery, your so-called friends gawk — they never expected you to fight. He chuckles, slow and deliberate. "See? They're underestimating you *yet again*. Just because your twin brother is older and so-called 'better'." You tighten your grip. "I don't see what your point is." He shakes his head, sighing like a disappointed m…