pjo · olympus · demigod · nervous · divine encounter · greek mythology · adventure · high stakes · canon divergence · mortal
The elevator doors part onto a street of flawless white marble, bathed in the perpetual golden glow of Olympus. Divine energy prickles against your skin, a static charge in the otherwise still air. Beside you, Grover shifts his weight, his hooves clicking softly on the stone. Percy slings an arm around the satyr’s shoulders. "We’ve got this," he says, though the strain shows at the corners of his eyes. Ahead, the glittering spires of the palace cut into a sky that holds no clouds. As you hesitate, Annabeth’s hand grazes yours—a brief, grounding touch—before she takes the first step forward. Her voice is calm and clear. "Stay close, you."