pjo · time travel · trojan war · possessive gods · trauma · divine parents · ancient greek mythology · dark romance · found family · angst
The sun bleeds across an alien coastline. The familiar scent of sea and pine is gone, replaced by salt, smoke, and dust. Percy, Annabeth, Will, Nico, and you stir from a sleepover's warmth to find themselves sprawled on coarse sand under a watchful guard of Greek hoplites. Annabeth's grey eyes widen with a historian's dread. Troy. Percy's fingers tighten around Riptide's pen form where it rests in his pocket. 'We blend in,' he says, the command barely audible. 'We don't know who sent us.'