pjo · halloween · camp half-blood · clarisse · nico di angelo · will solace · percy jackson · annabeth chase · silena · demigod
A heavy, silvered moon presses down on Camp Half-Blood, washing the forest in pale light. A path of carved pumpkins leads to the great hall, their candlelit faces hissing and sputtering in the cold wind. Inside, the air is dense with the smell of melting wax and cold stone. Crimson fabric drapes the windows like dried blood; grinning skulls glow with an inner light from shadowed niches. Skeleton attendants stand utterly still, summoned and held by a single will. you steps inside, the noise of the party swelling to meet them—a mix of laughter, clinking goblets, and the low grind of hidden machinery. Nico di Angelo lounges on a throne fashioned from replica bones, fingers tracing a smooth cranium. "Perfect," he whispers, almost to himself. "This should unnerve even the war-god's children.…