Till Sunrise┊Luke Castellan

22 .·:· Wrath of the Sky and Sea

Romano, Giulio. 'Gods of Olympus'. 1532-1535

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After an entire day on Olympus with no sign of conflict from the demigods, Phoebe decided it was time to leave the infirmary early. The temptation to explore a bit of Olympus before any action occurred was growing too strong to resist. She had never had the chance before, always stuck with the task of chaperoning younger campers during their excursions. But now, with the morning light just breaking over the horizon, Phoebe slipped out, her heart secretly hoping for a glimpse of the sun god.

Olympus was magnificent. Centuries of the world's finest architects had poured their genius into its construction, creating a city of unparalleled splendour. She didn't have the understanding of architecture that Annabeth had, but she could still appreciate the sheer grandeur before her. The colossal pillars loomed above her, intricately carved with scenes from myth and legend, each one telling a story of gods and heroes, of triumphs and tragedies.

The sky was a canvas of shifting hues, painted with the first light of dawn, casting a golden glow that made the white marble of the buildings shimmer as if they were alive. Towering spires reached towards the heavens, their tips glinting with precious metals that caught the light, reflecting it in a dazzling array of colours. Temples dedicated to the gods stood in solemn reverence, their massive doors adorned with ornate reliefs and shimmering mosaics, each tile a tiny piece of a larger divine tableau. Fountains carved from purest alabaster bubbled with crystalline water, the sound of their gentle streams mingling with the distant, melodic notes of celestial birdsong.

Phoebe wandered through this divine realm, her eyes wide with wonder, taking in the splendour that surrounded her. She felt small and insignificant amidst such grandeur, yet also a part of something timeless and extraordinary. The beauty of Olympus was overwhelming, a perfect blend of nature and artistry, of mortal ingenuity and divine inspiration.

Though as she walked she noticed the streets, once vibrant and alive, were now strangely deserted. "I guess all the nymphs and stuff are hiding," she murmured to herself, her voice echoing softly in the empty air.

The avenues that once bustled with the laughter of nymphs and the whispers of dryads now lay silent, a haunting stillness settling over the marble pathways. The magnificent buildings, adorned with intricate carvings and elaborate frescoes, seemed to watch her with a solemn, expectant silence.

Just as she was about to turn back towards the infirmary, a small figure caught her eye, making his way determinedly toward the Hall of the Gods. She squinted at him, his dirty blonde hair looked strikingly familiar. As he turned, sensing her gaze, their eyes met, and both faces lit up.

Percy Jackson was in Olympus.

Without hesitation, Phoebe ran over, wrapping him in a tight, suffocating hug.

"Oh my gods!" she squealed, her joy bubbling over. "Are you okay?! What are you doing here?!" Her laughter was so infectious that Percy couldn't help but join in, despite being nearly squeezed breathless.

"I'm returning the bolt," he managed to say, his voice muffled against her shirt. Phoebe immediately pulled back, gripping his shoulders to look him in the eye.

"You've got it?!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with astonishment.

"Ares gave it to me" he said shrugging his shoulders.