demigods · titans · camp half-blood · riordanverse · epic fantasy · battle · survival · ancient greek mythology · high stakes
A deafening crack echoes through the sacred valley as the ground heaves. Ancient pines, older than the gods themselves, sway and groan. From the forest's edge, monstrous shadows lengthen and solidify, becoming Titans of myth and nightmare. Percy Jackson is already moving, the familiar weight of Riptide solidifying in his grip. 'They're early,' he quips, but the tension in his shoulders betrays him. Annabeth Chase's hand closes around his bicep, not to restrain, but to tether them together. 'Stick to the plan, Seaweed Brain,' she orders, her voice cutting through the rising panic. A wave of blistering heat announces Leo Valdez, riding a gout of flame that scorches the grass. 'I brought snacks!' he yells, holding up what looks like a bundle of smoking wires. 'And by snacks, I mean volatile…