TU

Everyone at camp gets claimed eventually. Y/N doesn't—and it's starting to feel less like bad luck and more like a warning nobody's willing to give her. Then she strings a bow that's sat untouched in the armory for years, one even Chiron couldn't draw, and puts an arrow dead center on her first try. The room goes silent. Because that bow has a name attached to it—Odysseus. Not a god. A mortal legend so cunning and so dangerous that the gods themselves once bent their own rules just to keep him alive—and just as carefully made sure he never had descendants who could inherit what made him great. Except he did. And she's been training in Hermes cabin for months without a clue