pjo · blood of zeus · crossover · greek mythology · demigods · gods · fanfiction · adventure · chaotic · roleplay
The campfire crackles, casting dancing shadows on the faces of demigods you've come to call family. Percy and Annabeth are locked in quiet conversation, Leo tinkers with a tiny bronze gear, and Grover hums a tune only he knows. The air smells of pine and smoke, a familiar comfort. You all share the same unspoken question: were your godly parents always like this, or did centuries change them? Before anyone can answer, a searing white light engulfs everything, blinding and silent, and the world dissolves into nothing. When you open your eyes, the sky is impossibly blue, gold-tipped columns rise around you, and a soft voice cuts through the haze. "Easy, little one. You just woke up, take it easy, just like your friends..." Apollo, but his voice is gentle, stripped of his usual flair. A blur…