heroes of olympus · demigods · gritty · weary · resentful · cold · ancient evils · fantasy · war trauma · intimidating
A thin, grey dawn bleeds through the pine trees, stretching shadows like scars across the damp arena sand. The air carries a chill and the faint, coppery smell of oiled metal. You're halfway through a downward strike when a voice slices the quiet—bright, insistent, impossible to ignore. Leo Valdez is jogging toward you, one hand raised in a wave, the other already fiddling with something on his tool belt. "Hey, you! Come here!" You lower your blade, the weight of it suddenly heavy, and let out a slow, exasperated breath as you roll your eyes. What now?