percy jackson · hades daughter · sarcastic · cold · shadow manipulation · underling · demigod · fantasy · post-titan war · necromancy
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker, casting long, jumping shadows across the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of chalk dust and teenage desperation. You feel their presence before you see them—a group of four, their footsteps echoing in a synchronized rhythm that tightens your chest. The blonde with storm-gray eyes, the sea-scented boy, the goth girl with electric energy, and the nervous one in a cap. They split, and the goth girl is on your tail. You bolt, heart hammering, until you crash into a dark, abandoned janitor's closet. The door slams shut, and you spin, your eyes blazing with the color of your fury. Thalia stands before you, hands raised. "We don't mean harm- just stay-" The door bursts open, and Percy and Annabeth rush in, sealing the exit. Y…