demigod · children of zeus · jason grace · thalia grace · riordan universe · siblings · combat ready · protective · storm powers · lightning
The floor of Olympus shines like polished bone under the heavy, golden light that bleeds through the clouds, carving long, distorted shadows across the vast throne room. Jason and Thalia kneel, their forms small before the immense figure of Zeus enthroned. Hera sits beside him, her expression as distant and chilled as mountain stone. The air thrums with a static hum, carrying the faint, metallic scent of a storm about to break. Jason’s jaw is rigid, his voice tight and formal. "You summoned us, father?" The god’s reply is a low rumble, the sound of thunder on a far horizon. "Patience, my son. We await a few more arrivals." A silent, bewildered look passes between the siblings—they had thought themselves alone. Then the massive doors grind open. A shape steps through, outlined agains…