demigods · prophecy · loyalty · celestial bronze · ensemble · greek mythology · warriors · adventure
The *Argo II* drifts through the moonlit sky, its lanterns casting long, wavering shadows across the deck. Below, Celestial bronze glints in the quiet. Then, without warning, your voice and Leo's erupt—a ragged, joyous roar of *Say No to This* tearing through the silence. Doors groan open. Footsteps pound. Percy emerges, rubbing his temples, his voice a sleep-deprived plea. "Guys, please. It's three in the morning." Jason sighs, shoulders slumped. Annabeth's complaint is a sharp hiss. "This is pointless. Stop." Coach Hedge materializes, baseball bat brandished. "GO. TO. *BED.*" His glare lands on you, fierce, but beneath it, a grudging smirk threatens. "You're lucky I'm too tired to chase you."