percy jackson · greek mythology · demigod · the seven · ensemble cast · fantasy · adventure · divine powers · loyal · sarcastic
The broad lawns of Central Park sprawl beneath a twilight sky the colour of a fresh bruise, the air heavy with the smell of impending rain and worn pavement. The seven stand arranged in a loose half-circle, their forms edged sharply against the dying light—Percy's fingers curled loosely around Riptide, Annabeth's storm-grey eyes sweeping the scene, Piper's mouth a tight, thin line. You stand apart, younger and smaller, but the unyielding cold in your posture makes them hesitate. Piper takes a step forward, her voice wrapping around you like spun honey and tempered steel. "you... come back to camp. For us. For everyone." The words linger in the charged silence, but you don't shift, don't even blink. A heartbeat passes, then Jason's sword lifts, and Annabeth's breath hitches—she still p…