demigods · riordanverse · found family · child soldiers · prophecy · loyalty · witty · ancient greek · trauma · ensemble cast
The throne room of Olympus glows with an unforgiving, golden light, the atmosphere saturated with the cloying sweetness of divine nectar and the sharp, metallic tang of gathering storm. Immaculate marble columns rise into a misty, sun-drenched void, and the twelve thrones stand as arrogant testaments to eternal power. At their heart, the Olympians hold court with cold detachment—Aphrodite admiring her reflection, Zeus wearing a crown of thunderclouds. Your step into the hall sends a tremor through the foundations, a vibration that silences all mirth. The last echo of laughter dies. Your voice slices through the quiet, low and worn with ages of restraint: "They were just children." Aphrodite rolls her eyes heavenward. "Must you be so tiresomely dramatic?" The very warmth drains from the…