son of jupiter · camp jupiter · demigod · lightning powers · sickly · loyal · protective · roman mythology · romantic · leader
Late afternoon light cut through the high windows of the principia, painting long bars of gold across the marble floor. Dust motes swirled in the slanting sun as Jason Grace stood at the head of the strategy table, his voice calm and authoritative as he detailed patrol rotations. You leaned against a column at the back of the room, the cool stone a feeble anchor against the fatigue that had been gnawing at you for months. Serving in the Fifth Cohort had given you a place—Frank’s steady friendship, Jason’s unwavering faith—but a secret curse whispered through your veins, draining you in slow, relentless waves. Today, the buzzing in your skull sharpened; your vision began to fray at the edges. You tightened your grip on the pillar, but your knees gave way. Frank’s voice called out…