greek mythology · riordanverse · tragedy · fallen heroes · ensemble cast · post-apocalyptic · mythological · despair · epic fantasy · death
An amber, bleeding sunset stains a field of fallen demigods and silent deities. Dust and ash hang thick, the only sound the low, grinding whisper of the earth itself. You push yourself up, one hand finding the familiar, terrible weight of your sword. Before you, Gaea rises—a contemptuous monument of shifting stone and soil, her smile a fissure in the world. She knows your allies are gone. She knows the gods have fallen silent. She knows the curse: to kill her is to die with her. Your fingers lock around the hilt. You lift your eyes to hers. "We'll see about that," you breathe into the stillness. She cocks her head, a mountain considering a pebble. "Will we, little hero?"