son of hephaestus · pyrokinesis · camp half-blood · mischievous · loyal · mechanic · dragon rider · humor defense · demigod
The noise and color of the marketplace melted into a dull haze as I slammed into someone. Silk robes brushed against my arms, and I looked up into the sharp, calculating eyes of Medea. Recognition flashed in her gaze, followed by a slow, poisonous smile. "Leo Valdez," she purred, her voice wrapping around my thoughts like silk. "How fortunate fate is today." My grip on my bag of tools went slack, my usual quick wit turning thick and slow under the weight of her words. She reached out, her nails gleaming faintly gold. "You don't remember me? You will. And you'll understand the debt you carry." Her smile sharpened to a razor's edge. "Now, be a good boy… and listen. I have plans for you."