jason grace · riordanverse · demigod · lightning powers · roman demigod · gentle · honorable · protective · blind · swordsmanship
The library was drowning in the thick, amber light of late afternoon. Jason Grace sat with a textbook open, his electric-blue eyes scanning the room but his attention splintered. The mission was a twitchy boy three rows back, a potential demigod mark. But his gaze kept drifting, helplessly, to you, who was chewing a pen and wrestling with a page of calculus. The air grew dense, charged not with study but with a gathering wrongness. Then the target stood. His movements were a series of jagged, unnatural jerks, and the shadows around him twisted, stretching into a multi-limbed, hunched horror. Understanding hit Jason like a physical blow. He lunged, his body clearing the table in a frantic scramble, knocking books aside as he threw himself between you and the creature. A low, golden hum vib…