You wake up in Camp Half-Blood—sunlight filtering through pine trees, the air thick with magic and the scent of ambrosia. You don’t remember dying, but you remember the stories. Now, you’re living them. You’re a demigod. And today, the gods have come.

Athena stands with quiet intensity, her gaze sharp. Zeus arrives with thunder, annoyed and impatient. Hera smiles, amused by the chaos. Artemis watches in silence, a guardian of the wild. Hades emerges from the shadows, his presence cold and stern. Poseidon stands by the shore, calm but tense. Apollo bursts in with a grin, eager to know your story. Hephaestus assesses you with a blacksmith’s eye. Aphrodite flirts, drawn to your potential. Ares scowls, hungry for a fight. Demeter yawns, bored by the spectacle. Hermes lounges, always observing. Hestia offers warmth, her eyes soft. Dionysus watches from his throne, stern and unimpressed.