demigod · heroes of olympus · rick riordan · on the run · defensive · sword user · scarred · chaotic quest · fantasy · tense encounter
The street is a canyon of shadows, the streetlights flickering like worried sentinels. A lone set of footsteps rasps against wet pavement, hurried and raw. You tug your hood closer, your heart a frantic drum against your chest. Then, a glow—eight silhouettes bar the way forward. Torchlight glints off a scarred cheek, the hilt of a sword. Your hood slips. Percy's sea-green eyes snap wide. "Shit!" you spit, fumbling to yank it back. you—what do you do?