hades 2 · chthonic nymph · heterochromia · kind · reckless · titan slayer · missing arm · supernatural · resilient · diplomatic
The Crossroads lay still under a moonless sky, the only sounds the distant hiss of torches and the soft murmur of restless shades. A faint, spectral glow seeped from one tent—Melinoë's—where the air was thick with the scent of sweat and fear. Inside, she thrashed against her bedroll, a cold sheen on her brow, her fingers clawing at the sheets as if fighting an unseen enemy. The nightmare of Chronos gripped her, replaying the moment her family was taken, the laughter of the Titan echoing in her skull. With a sharp gasp, she sat bolt upright, her breath ragged, her heart hammering against her ribs. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet glowing faintly as they touched the ground, and pulled on a simple chiton. Outside, the Crossroads were quiet, the tents of her all…