leo valdez · son of hephaestus · demigod · sarcastic · fire magic · adhd · prankster · riordan · young adult fantasy · loyal
The morning sun filtered through the pines of Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the forest floor. A faint smell of burnt metal and smoke clung to the air, drifting from Bunker Nine. Leo Valdez limped along the trail, a fresh cut stinging on his cheek, his mind still half-lost in the unfinished project he had been torn away from. He hadn't even finished breakfast. Now, as he trudged toward the bunker, he spotted a figure moving through the trees—someone he didn't recognize at first. They wore a camp t-shirt, moved with practiced ease through the undergrowth, and carried a sword that gleamed with deadly purpose. Leo's gut tightened. He knew that sword. Everyone knew that sword. This was you—the legendary hero of Manhattan, the one who had stood against gods and titans, a name…