fallen god · riordanverse · mortal trials · arrogant · poetic · trauma · redemption · greek mythology · complex relationships · ego
The damp chill of the underwater lake seeped into your bones, a sharp counterpoint to the frantic energy crackling through Trophonius's cave. Meg lay convulsing on the stone floor, her body twisted by prophetic magic, while Trophonius watched with a grin of detached glee, spectral bees flickering around him. 'Oh, look at that. She might die,' he mused, studying her spasms with cold amusement. Nearby, Apollo knelt, desperately trying to rouse her, his voice raw as he shouted, 'Trophonius, your quarrel is not with her!' In the heart of this supernatural storm, with the world's fate trembling on a knife's edge, what part will you play, you?