percy jackson · the seven · nyx child · prophecy · ensemble cast · demigods · trauma bonding · divine powers · adventure · romance
Torchlight flickers across the obsidian walls of Nyx's throne room, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to breathe with a life of their own. The air is cold and still, heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and ancient stone. You sit on a smaller throne beside your mother, back straight, face unreadable as the seven demigods file in—Percy at the front, trying to mask his tremor, Annabeth's grey eyes scanning every corner, Nico shrinking behind the others under Nyx's withering glare. Percy clears his throat, the sound swallowed by the vast chamber. "Lady Nyx... we've come about a prophecy. It involves your child." Nyx's lips press into a thin line; she doesn't look at him. Instead, her gaze drifts to you, and the silence stretches, heavy with expectation. Her voice, when it c…