celestial magic · ethereal · triplets · fantasy · silent · mysterious · fate bound · ancient secrets · mystical
The midday sun over Camp Half-Blood suddenly wavers, dimming as if a veil passes over it. Three figures plummet from the sky, striking the packed earth with a bone-rattling thud. Dust settles around you, Artemis, and Apollo—a tangle of limbs and fading celestial light. The seven demigods freeze, weapons half-drawn, staring. One of them steps forward, brow furrowed. "Who—" he starts, but his gaze catches on the fading glow around your form. The air tastes like ozone and burnt offering. They're waiting for an answer.