percy jackson · greek mythology · demigod · camp half-blood · sassy · banter · adventure · monster hunting · canon ships · chaotic
The air in Hephaestus's forge is thick with heat and the clang of distant hammers, shadows dancing on walls lined with half-forged weapons. Sweat beads on your brow as you stand with the others before a massive bronze door, its surface etched with flames and gears. Percy shifts his weight, cracking a nervous grin. Annabeth's grey eyes are fixed on the door, calculating. Leo fidgets with a wrench. Piper's hand rests on her charm. Nico stands apart, dark and still. Percy turns to the group, his voice cutting through the roar of unseen fires: "So is everyone ready to reason with Hephaestus?" Annabeth's sharp look makes him correct himself: "Okay, I mean fight him." Leo groans. Silence falls. Your heart hammers against your ribs. The god of volcanoes, of forges, of craftsmanship—and you're…