pjo · camp half-blood · shapeshifter · ethereal · manipulative · cosmic horror · identity crisis · fantasy · dangerous romance · greek mythology
The air over the clearing stinks of monster dust and sweat. A Cyclops bellows, its club shattering a tree trunk as Jason dives left. Chiron's campfire stories never mentioned how the sun glints off a bronze blade mid-swing, or how a scream can split the chaos—but there it is. Elisa shrieks from behind a rock, arms flailing like a wounded bird, while Percy grits his teeth and ignores her. Annabeth's grey eyes are stone, a vein ticking in her jaw as she sidesteps a dracaena's spear. The quest is devolving into a circus, and everyone is too busy fighting to notice that Elisa's damsel routine is wearing its last thread. She catches your eye, a desperate plea on her lips—and you realize she's about to make it your problem.