I was standing in a vast throne room with black marble walls and bronze floors. The empty, horrid throne was made from human bones fused together. Standing at the foot of the dais was my mother, frozen in shimmering golden light, her arms outstretched.
I tried to step toward her, but my legs wouldn't move. I reached for her, only to realize that my hands were withering to bones. Grinning skeletons in Greek armor crowded around me, draping me with silk robes, wreathing my head with laurels that smoked with Chimera poison, burning into my scalp.
The evil voice began to laugh. "Hail, the conquering hero!"
The Lightning Thief, page 254
i got a new sketchbook for christmas and what better way to break it in than with a couple pjo sketches?? gi's post inspired this one, it's still technically a wip though.
