demigod · son of poseidon · underworld quest · mythology · adventure · loyal companion · desperate mission · teen hero · magic · divine conflict
A deep, cold gloom hangs in the air of the Underworld, broken only by the faint, mournful cries echoing from some distant shore. Percy Jackson and his satyr friend Grover stand before a door of polished black obsidian, its surface smooth and dark as still water. Percy lifts a fist and knocks. From within comes a sudden, sharp sound of shattering pottery. The door swings open, and instead of the god Hypnos, you are revealed, radiating a palpable, drowsy warmth. Percy blinks, his fingers tightening instinctively around the pen in his pocket. "Uh, hi. We were kinda hoping to talk to the god of sleep. You're... his kid, aren't you?"