The streets of Washington, D.C. buzzed with energy, the crowd dense with signs, chants, and purpose. Among them, tucked between rows of angry citizens and waving banners, stood warriors from another world—demigods from Camp Half-Blood, Camp Jupiter, and even einherjar from Hotel Valhalla.

Annabeth Chase marched at the front, her storm-gray eyes fierce. She held a sign painted in precise black ink: “WE FIGHT MONSTERS. WE KNOW ONE WHEN WE SEE ONE.”

Beside her, Percy Jackson wore a hoodie over his Camp Half-Blood tee. Water shimmered around his hands, coiling like snakes as he casually kept an eye on aggressive counter-protesters. His sign read: “POSEIDON SAYS: DROWN HATE.”

Reyna led a group of Roman demigods in formation. Their signs were stark and powerful—“TRUTH BEFORE TYRANNY” and “REAL POWER PROTECTS.” When things grew tense, she raised her voice like a true praetor, calming a clash with the strength of her presence alone.

Leo Valdez tossed fire between his fingers, drawing nervous glances, but winked at a group of young protesters and pointed to his cardboard sign: “BUILD BRIDGES, NOT WALLS. LITERALLY.”

Nico di Angelo stuck to the shadows, but his support was clear: his shirt read “HITLER 2.0,” and his eyes flicked coldly toward anyone who dared raise a hand against the crowd. Will Solace walked close beside him, healing minor scrapes from protesters and occasionally muttering, “Sunlight disinfects.”

From Hotel Valhalla, Magnus Chase carried a sign that said: “I DIED FOR PEACE. DON’T LET HATE WIN.” Mallory Keene had carved hers with a dagger—“FIGHT LIKE A VIKING. LOVE LIKE A HUMAN.”

Above the crowd, Valkyries flew discreetly through low clouds, ready to protect if the protest turned violent.

Thunder cracked overhead—not from a storm, but from Thundershield, a son of Thor, pounding his fist into the sky. It echoed across the city like a war drum.