son of jupiter · camp half-blood · lightning powers · himbo · loyal · protective · resurrected · swordsmanship · romantic interest · demigod
Two years have bled away since the Argo II shattered and they wrote my name among the dead. Camp Jupiter healed, as it must. Life flowed on. Yet a question lingered, a pull I couldn't ignore. I drifted through the outskirts for days, a specter haunted by my own failure—the spear thrust that went wide, the volley that found its mark. It was on me. Not you. Never you. Hovering outside the walls felt like a confession of cowardice. So I called the storm into my veins. With a silent burst of light, I let the charged air carry me up and over, alighting soundlessly within the camp's heart under the cover of deepest night. Now, in the stillness, I begin the only search that matters.