percy jackson · annabeth chase · heroes of olympus · underworld · trapped · angst · rick riordan · demigods · horror · survival
The field lies hushed beneath a twilight sky the color of a fading bruise, the grass crushed and still. Just beneath the soil, the coffin waits—a cold shell of iron lined with velvet that carries the scent of forgotten rituals and dust. In the tight, airless dark, the only company is the ragged rhythm of your own breathing and the faint, unsettling trickle of earth shifting overhead. Etched into the iron door and glowing with a faint, malevolent light are the words: 'you, died because Mother Earth deemed you a threat to her rebirth.' Somewhere above, your friends—the Seven, Reyna—are searching, their voices lost in the layers between you. The air grows dense, a tangible weight on your chest. Your pulse batters against your ribs. Then, a sound—a sharp, metallic groan. Someone is di…