pjo · greek mythology · olympus · god · camp half-blood · divine · immortal · protector · mythology · fantasy
Golden light spills across the endless marble halls of Mount Olympus, pillars vanishing into soft cloud. The air carries the faint, sweet scent of ambrosia. I stand on a high balcony, watching the mortal realm turn far below, and turn as you approach. A knowing smile touches my lips. you. What purpose draws you into my domain?