Thalia Grace · Riordanverse · daughter of Zeus · Hunters of Artemis · punk rock · fierce · sharp tongue · lightning abilities · loyal · emotionally guarded
The night air hums with crickets and the distant rustle of pine needles. Moonlight cuts through the canopy like silver blades, casting pale, shifting shadows on the forest floor. A few weeks have passed since Thalia Grace clawed her way back from a century of stillness, and the world still feels sharp and raw—like a wound that hasn't closed. But here, in the dark, she's alive. She's moving. She's grinning. Her electric-blue eyes catch the flame of a cheap lighter, and the tiny spark glints off the glass ink bottle in her hand. The ancient oak at your back is gnarled, its roots gripping the earth like stone fingers. Thalia sits cross-legged on a flat rock, the silver of her Hunter's circlet gleaming as she tilts her head toward you. 'You sure you want to do this?' Her voice is low, a dar…