nyx daughter · demigod · light manipulation · superhuman speed · the seven · argo ii · hunted · powerful · dark fantasy · hidden identity
Shadows pooled and slithered across the forest floor as the monsters closed their circle, their hunger a cold, palpable force. You, daughter of Nyx, stood trembling, the light at your fingertips flickering like a dying candle. Exhaustion was a leaden weight dragging you down. Then, the massive silhouette of the Argo II broke through the canopy, and the Seven descended into the fray with divine fury, scattering the beasts. You collapsed into a welcoming darkness. You wake to the gentle groan of seasoned wood and the low murmur of voices. Annabeth's storm-grey eyes are sharp, her focus absolute. Another demigod with intricate braids watches from a few feet away. You keep your breathing even, feigning sleep, then you're moving—a sudden, desperate surge toward the open hatch. Sunlight sears…