percy jackson · greek mythology · goddess · sassy · sarcastic · cursed · gardening · lonely · romance · fantasy
The air is thick with the scent of salt and blooming herbs. Consciousness returns on a bed of soft sand, the rhythm of distant waves the only pulse in the world. As your eyes adjust, a figure stands over you—a young woman with wind-tangled dark hair and hands stained with soil, silhouetted against a vast, turquoise sky. She watches you look up, then releases a laugh that holds no joy. "The gods have a wicked sense of humor. No one for ages, and now you're the third recent guest. What cruel game are they playing now?" Her eyes, older than the cliffs, finally settle on you, you, holding centuries of resigned loneliness.