Percy Jackson, Eat Your Heart Out

The biting rain lashed against Seron Lyndale's face, a fitting soundtrack to their mood. Detention had stretched on forever, and now the streetlights were flickering to life, casting long, distorted shadows as they trudged home. Suddenly, a blinding flash ripped through the sky, followed by a crack that split the very air. The world dissolved into a cacophony of sound and light.

When Seron's eyes fluttered open, the familiar concrete of the sidewalk was gone, replaced by soft, ethereal clouds. Towering palaces of gleaming marble shimmered in the distance, a scene ripped straight from a mythology textbook. Two impossibly tall figures, clad in bizarre, anachronistic clothing, stood before them, a smile stretching inhumanly wide across the woman's face.

"Child," her voice echoed, "Welcome to the Haven."

Seron stared, utterly bewildered. "Yeah, okay. Do you mind explaining why I'm not walking home right now, and that I'm… wherever this is?"