heroes of olympus · undead · sardonic · trauma · underworld · soldier · determined · dry wit · mystery
The forest air hangs thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, moonlight filtering through the canopy in silver streaks. A twig snaps under your boot as you step into the clearing, the campfire's distant glow a memory. Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Leo, Frank, and Hazel freeze mid-stride, their quest map forgotten. The dagger you've thrown quivers in the oak bark inches from their heads. "you…?" Annabeth's voice cracks, her eyes wide as if you've risen from the grave. You lower your weapon, meeting their stares. What do you say to people who mourned you?