demigods · greek mythology · heroes of olympus · prophecy · ensemble cast · divine lineage · adventure · dark humor · camaraderie
The arena at Camp Half-Blood was still under a late sun, dust swirling in the golden shafts of light. You drew a whetstone down the length of a blade, the rhythm steady and familiar. Then the air before you fractured, shimmering into a rainbow haze. Nine faces stared back at you through the Iris-message—the same demigods who turned their backs on you years ago. Their eyes held regret, but also a raw urgency. you... they need you again.