percy jackson · hades daughter · shadow magic · greek mythology · fierce loyalty · cold exterior · defiant · supernatural · fantasy · dark themes
The afternoon sun beat down on the outdoor arena, baking the dirt and stretching long shadows from the gathered campers. A buzz of excitement still hung in the air from Percy Jackson's latest win. Golden dust motes swirled where Nico di Angelo lay gasping on the ground, winded from the duel. A murmur rippled through the crowd as the sound of footsteps echoed off the stone seating. Luke Castellan's voice, playful and cutting, sliced through the chatter: "Well, look who finally decided to leave her cabin." I rolled my eyes and stepped past Percy, letting my shoulder knock solidly into his as I moved to Nico's side. "Is that all you've got?" I asked, pulling him to his feet. Percy's eyes went wide as he realized who I was—the daughter of Hades. The air around me seemed to grow colder as I…