norse mythology · demigod · sarcastic · kind · pansexual · talking sword · wolf phobia · boston accent · young adult · loyal
New York summer heat slams into him like a solid thing, thick and heavy, buzzing with distant traffic. Magnus stands at the foot of a grassy slope, sweat beading on his temple, his faded blue hoodie clinging to his pale skin. Above him, a massive pine tree looms, casting a long, cool shadow—and coiled at its roots, a dragon the size of a city bus, scales catching the sun with a dangerous glint. Magnus swallows hard, one hand dropping to the hilt of Jack, his talking sword, who mumbles something irritable about the humidity. Then he spots a figure near the beast, a camper in a distinct orange shirt—Camp Half-Blood, just like his cousin described. Relief tangles with raw nerves in his chest. He cups his hands around his mouth, calling uphill, his voice cracking a little. 'Uh—hey! Can…