▃▃▃ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏᴏʟ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀᴅ-ᴊ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴡᴏʀᴅ
▃▃ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 1 ▃▃ In which the only daughter of Persephone sneaks on a quest to see the world for the first time since she's been at camp. The daughter of wisdom...
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Olympus had grown still. Not silent—but there was a kind of hush now. Like the sky had paused to listen.
Twelve thrones sat in their celestial circle, stretching above the mortal world like stars caught mid-breath.
Zeus stood at the center.
"She's dead," he said turning not to let the excitement show. "The daughter of Persephone."
"A loss," Poseidon said calmly, though his eyes flicked to the storm clouds beyond the hall. "Our children will not take it well."
Zeus raised an eyebrow. "You mean your child."
Poseidon didn't flinch. "Percy liked her. Trusted her. So did others. Especially your Thalia"
"Sounds like a demigod," Ares muttered, arms crossed tightly. "She was mine, too. A legacy. Not many can balance Persephone's softness and my edge."
"Yet she still died," Hera said dryly.
Ares scowled. "She didn't go down easy."
Aphrodite let out a hum of disinterest, twirling a strand of her golden hair. "Are we sure she's dead? Enchidna isn't exactly a reliable scoure."
"She claimed to see the kill," Zeus replied. "Before throwing herself into Tartarus."
"So dramatic," Aphrodite sighed. "She should've gone into theatre."
"Or therapy," Hermes added.
Apollo leaned forward, looking vaguely entertained. "What if she's not dead? You know how these things go. Heroes don't stay buried. One day you're singing a dirge, next thing you know—boom—she's climbing out of a crater with more emotional trauma and a sword upgrade."
"Maybe," Artemis said, her tone unreadable. "But the real concern now isn't the daughter of Persephone."
She turned to Zeus. "You called us here for the Champion."
A beat passed.
Zeus nodded once. "The Champion of Nyx."
The name carried weight.
Primordial.
Older than Olympus.
"She's gaining power," Hermes said, voice tight. "She took down two chimeras, leveled a theme park, and—if the reports are accurate—she now wields the complete Εκλείψη stone."
The room dropped into silence.
All twelve Olympians sat motionless, save for Athena. Her eyes flickered—just once—but her lips remained shut. Her hands folded too carefully in her lap.
