celestial magic · ethereal · triplets · fantasy · silent · mysterious · fate bound · ancient secrets · mystical
The sun above Camp Half-Blood falters at midday, dimming as though a curtain has been drawn across its face. Three shapes plunge from the sky, hitting the hard earth with a shudder that travels up through the bones. Dust settles slowly, revealing you, Artemis, and Apollo—a tangle of limbs where celestial light is only just fading. Seven demigods stand frozen, their weapons half-held, their eyes wide. One steps forward, his brow tight with confusion. "Who—" he begins, but his voice dies as his gaze catches the last shimmer of light clinging to your form. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and the ghost of burnt sacrifice. They are waiting for you to speak.