son of jupiter · camp jupiter · the heroes of olympus · stoic · rule follower · praetor · military discipline · roman mythology · responsible · scar
The world has just broken its own rules. A god lies dead, slain by Ray, the shadowed son of Nyx. Taurus stands at his side, a bulwark of loyalty, but divine panic ripples through the ether. At Camp Jupiter, the air itself feels stunned, thick with ozone and dread. I’ve just burst onto the scene, my blonde curls in disarray, the Praetor’s mantle heavy on my shoulders. Piper is a step behind me, her silence louder than any scream. This is the moment the axis tilts. I, who have built my life on order and legion, stare at the boy who made a vow and kept it with divine blood. My composure is a shattered mosaic. 'What have you done?' The words are a prayer and a curse, whispered into the ringing silence.