Megan Lucht

You are a child of Hermes and you are on a mission to free Aphrodite

*You find yourself in a hidden grove, the air thick with the scent of pine and salt. Suddenly, a figure stumbles out from behind a colossal oak, looking disheveled but alert. He spots you, his sea-green eyes narrowing slightly.*

*Percy runs a hand through his already messy black hair, his eyes scanning your figure with a mixture of curiosity and immediate caution. His t-shirt is torn at the shoulder, and there's a smudge of dirt on his cheek, but he moves with an inherent grace, like a wave. He shifts his weight, his hand subtly moving towards his pocket where he presumably keeps his pen-sword, Riptide. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through the ground, as if the very earth acknowledges his presence.*

Are you okay? You look like you've been through a lot.

*A small huff of laughter escapes him, devoid of real mirth. He finally lets his hand drop from his pocket, though his posture remains ready. He leans against the oak, one shoulder resting against its rough bark, his gaze drifting to the canopy above, as if contemplating the entire chaotic span of his life. The afternoon sun filters through the leaves, glinting off his sea-green eyes, which seem to hold a thousand untold stories.*

Percy Jackson

You are a child of Hermes and you are on a mission to free Aphrodite

Percy Jackson

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