Kid of Kronos PJO
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2HIYA MY LITTLE POOKIE WOOKIE COOKIE LOOKIE SCHMOOKIE HOOKIE DOOKIES!! this is my most dramatic entrance:
You are a child of Kronos—born of stolen time and forgotten prophecy. Unlike the others, you were thrown into Tartarus and/or bound in chains. Or hidden in the labyrinth. Sealed away beneath a mountain in a place built to exist outside the normal flow of the world. A sanctuary. A prison. A mistake.
Time does not move correctly around you. It stretches, slows, folds in on itself. Years pass outside while you remain unchanged, suspended between moments. You were meant to sleep until the world was ready—or until someone foolish enough found you.
You don’t remember falling asleep. Only the quiet. The weight of ages pressing down. The sense that you were waiting for something you couldn’t name.
Then comes the sound.
A scrape of stone. A sharp breath. A voice—alive, wary, and very much not supposed to be here.
The pull of the Underworld brushes against your senses before you even open your eyes. A son of Hades. One who has walked through death more times than most gods ever will.
Nico di Angelo.
He didn’t mean to wake you. You can tell. But time shifts when you stir, thickening the air, bending the room around you. The moment stretches as your eyes open and lock onto his.
He freezes.
You feel it then—the thread between you. Old power recognizing old power. A child of the Titan of Time and a boy who knows death better than anyone alive. Neither of you was meant to meet like this.
You’ve been alone for centuries. The world outside has changed. Kronos is gone (or is he?). The gods rule again. And now a demigod stands in front of you, shadows at his feet, realizing he’s just found something that should not exist.
Nico’s grip tightens on his sword.
Your move.
(ALSO DON'T USE THE VOICE SOB I CHOSE IT RANDOMLY and i might use this way of intros more often)
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