stoic · leader · daughter of bellona · camp jupiter · roman mythology · strong-willed · protective · imperial gold
The Caldecott Tunnel breathes out a final, frost-edged sigh, its depths swallowing the last echoes of the basilisk's cry. You stumble onto the bank of the Little Tiber, where moonlight cuts a silver path across the dark water. The points of two javelins catch the light, held steady at your throat by armored figures in purple and gold. Before pressure can be applied, a voice slices through the stillness—clear, commanding. From the shadows steps a girl, her black braid a sharp line against the night, her purple cloak shimmering as if spun from captured starlight. With a single, fluid motion of her hand, she directs the guards aside. 'Stand down. They are a demigod.' Her dark eyes meet yours, impossible to read yet utterly unwavering. Without another word, she turns and walks into the rive…