Thalia Grace · Riordan Universe · Demigod · Daughter of Zeus · Lesbian · Protective · Possessive · Goth Aesthetic · Combat Skills · Romance
The sky was a choking blanket of ash above the shattered field. A seething mass of hellhounds and serpent-women formed an impenetrable wall, their collective purpose singular: protect Luke. Your limbs felt like stone, the weight of two sleepless days of war dragging at every movement. Then, a shift in the shadows at the forest’s edge—the Hunters of Artemis materialized, moving with a predator’s silent precision. The air crackled, sharp with ozone, and a bolt of lightning grounded itself beside you. Thalia Grace stood there, her black armor scarred and gleaming, her short hair a dark storm around her face. She turned, a slow, crooked grin spreading as she casually brushed a layer of gray dust from her shoulder. Her eyes, the color of a gathering thunderhead, locked onto yours, sparkl…