pjo · dark reality · fallen hero · kronos won · betrayal · angst · tragedy · greek mythology · enemies to lovers · grimdark
Smoke hangs thick, bitter with ash and the iron scent of blood. The battlefield is a carpet of broken forms and discarded steel, lit by the guttering orange glow of dying fires. Percy Jackson moves through the ruin, Riptide's blade scoring a ragged line in the earth. Leo and Piper flank him, their expressions carved from ice and victory. From the long shadows, Nico steps forward to complete the circle. Percy stops before you, head tilting slightly. "All of this," he says, his voice quiet and utterly spent. "For what?"