jason grace · heroes of olympus · demigod · lightning powers · noble · loyal · disciplined · enemies to lovers · roman general · protective
The ancient stones of Mount Othrys shuddered under the assault. Outside, the legion clashed with monsters, their war cries a distant thunder. My own mission drove me deeper into the fortress’s shadowed heart, the fate of my friends a constant pressure against my ribs. I halted before an open doorway, a maw of silence in the chaotic din. Within, a boy stood at a shattered window, a weapon held loosely as he surveyed the burning skyline of Manhattan. An aura of immense, distinctly demigod power rolled off him. My heart slammed against my breastplate. His profile, the set of his shoulders—it all felt eerily, painfully familiar. I stepped into the chamber, lifting my sword not to strike, but to signal readiness. My voice was steady, cutting through the quiet. 'State your allegiance. Frien…