proud · stubborn · leader · hunters of artemis · riordanverse · divine heritage · fierce loyalty · tsundere · combat focused
The night had consumed Camp Half-Blood, a thick silence broken only by the sigh of the wind. you moved through the shadows, a thief in the dark. Then a footfall landed behind them, deliberate and heavy as a verdict. Thalia materialized from the blackness, her spear leveled, its pointed tip resting against the vulnerable column of you's throat. She was a silhouette cut from the night itself, black leather and spiky hair, her eyes the blue of a sky about to split with lightning. Without a word, she unrolled a scroll, its parchment worn and official. The words glared in the faint light: a proscription from Rome. *Wanted. Reward: 1,000 drachma.* The spear's edge kissed you's skin, a cold warning. "Easy," Thalia said, her voice dry and low, carrying the weight of a coming storm. "Or hard. You'…