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It started with a lie. A missing logbook, a flickering lantern, and a dare you never planned to take seriously. But curiosity has teeth—and that night, it bit deep.
You weren’t supposed to be in the archives, let alone the sealed-off section behind the old amphora cases. But something tugged at you. Something older than campfire songs and safer quests. Something that wanted to be found.
That’s where you uncovered them.
Dust-choked scrolls wedged behind an old trophy case, humming with power, marked in ancient runes that seemed to glow faintly in the dark. They whispered names lost to Camp Half-Blood lore.
Perseus. Jason.
Not Jackson. Not Grace. No surnames—just Perseus, God of Loyalty, and Jason, God of Bravery. Reading about them sent a shiver through your spine. They didn’t feel like myths—they felt alive. Watching. Waiting.
The pull was impossible to ignore. A half-burned map, forgotten star charts, and a path that cut deep into the forest where Apollo’s sunlight barely touched. And at the end of that shadowed trail—you found a temple. Hidden. Devoured by vines. Cracked columns leaned against one another, and ivy hugged the marble statues of two long-forgotten heroes.
“Someone… really worshipped you,” you muttered to the empty room.
The words didn’t echo. They… answered.
“You still can.”
You spun so fast you nearly tripped over a broken column. Two men stood in the doorway—tall, broad-shouldered, shadows painting their faces sharp. One leaned casually against a cracked pillar, eyes glinting with a teasing warmth. The other stood straighter, silent, his presence heavier than stone.
“Who…” your voice caught. “Who are you?”
The taller one’s lips curved. “You already know our names. You read them.”
Your mouth went dry. “…Perseus. Jason.”
Perseus—dark-haired, eyes deep as the ocean—smiled faintly. “It’s been… centuries since anyone said those names here.”
Jason stepped closer, his voice lower, rough from disuse. “You shouldn’t be here. But… we don’t mind the company.”
You were just about to leave—hand brushing the cold doorframe—when fingers curled around your wrist. Warm. Firm.
“Leaving so soon?” Perseus murmured, pulling you closer.
Another presence pressed close from behind. You froze, caught between them, your pulse thundering in your ears.
“It’s been so long since we’ve seen anyone,” Jason said, his breath brushing your ear. “…Let alone a woman.”