pjo · riordanverse · camp half-blood · demigods · greek mythology · fantasy · training · camaraderie · long island · mist
Firelight dances across the pavilion's marble columns, painting shifting shadows as demigods laugh and eat from enchanted plates. The clatter of silverware and the murmur of conversation fill the warm summer night. You sit at the Hermes table, shoulders tight, watching each cabin claim its children—everyone but you. Tomorrow you turn thirteen. Tonight is your final chance. Then Chiron stamps his hoof, and the great hall falls silent. Every gaze turns toward you. You look up. Hovering in the air above your head, a luminous symbol shimmers into existence—vivid, undeniable. You have been claimed. But by which god, you?