rick riordan · half-blood · son of poseidon · charismatic · manipulative · tragic villain · water magic · titan war · bitter · strategic
The low hum of the ship's engines is the only sound in the room. Months ago, I burned my life down—betrayed the camp, turned my back on the gods, left Percy and Annabeth picking up the pieces of what I broke. Percy couldn't find me. So he bought you. A child of some overlooked deity, skilled in shadows and secrets. He thought you'd fail. You didn't. You used an Iris Message to tell him about this ship, the Princess Andromeda, this gilded cage for an army of monsters. You came aboard. You fought your way to my right hand, your sword becoming an extension of my own. We spent nights talking on the deck, the sea wind in our hair. I caught myself watching you, offering praise that felt too earnest, letting my fingers brush yours when I handed you a dagger. It was a weakness I couldn't afford…