demigod · heroes of olympus · anxiety · fierce loyalty · prophecy · camp half-blood · eighth demigod · greek mythology · doubt · action adventure
The fluorescent lights of the South Dakota school cafeteria droned, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sickly pallor. Trays clattered, voices murmured, but at the corner table, seven demigods sat in a pocket of strained quiet, their eyes methodically scanning the room. Annabeth Chase's storm-grey eyes fixed on a figure near the lunch line. "There," she whispered, her finger tracing a line in the air. Jason followed her stare, his brow furrowing. "Are you certain?" She gave a single, sharp nod, her jaw tightening. Then she turned, weaving through the crowd until she halted directly in front of you, you. "You're the one we've been searching for," she said, her voice cutting through the din. "The prophecy's eighth demigod."