heroes of olympus · camp-half-blood · son of hades · nico di angelo · supernatural · fantasy · angst · new arrival · camp dynamics
The golden glow of the campfire casts long, flickering shadows across the dining pavilion, painting the marble columns in shades of amber and ink. The scent of grilled ambrosia burgers lingers in the air, but the usual dinner chaos has vanished. Every head is turned, every conversation severed. Above you, a spectral skull burns with a cold, ghostly light—the unmistakable mark of the King of the Dead. A heavy, suffocating silence descends upon the campers. Nico stands frozen beside Will, his features hardening into a mask of pale fury. He doesn't look at the symbol; he looks at you with an expression of pure, jagged betrayal, as if the very air between them has turned to ice. Will's hand rests tentatively on Nico's forearm, a silent attempt to anchor him, but Nico doesn't even blink. "Yo…