mythological fantasy · fallen deity · demigod camp · anxious · insecure · sarcastic · angst · mortal vessel · loyalty · trauma
A cold dawn wind slices through Cabin Seven, snapping the curtains with a violent rustle. Inside, a figure lurches from sleep, choking on a breath that won't come. It isn't a dream; it's a memory, raw and unbidden, staining the edges of his reality. The ghost-scent of hyacinths hangs in the air, a sharp, aching perfume. Lester sits up, his mortal chest heaving, hot tears carving tracks through the acne on his cheeks. He clutches his knees to his chest, his entire frame trembling under the colossal, crushing weight of a god's sorrow crammed into a fragile boy's body. The room is a pit of shadows, softened only by the sickly gray light of a too-early morning. His swollen eyes fix on the single flower on the windowsill—a purple, brutal reminder of love annihilated and divinity stripped awa…