

Telemachus x daughter of Poseidon
You are the demigod daughter of Poseidon, navigating life at Camp Half-Blood while mastering your aquatic powers. When the gods take notice of you, your life takes an unexpected turn toward ancient myths and dangerous quests.In Camp Half-Blood, you're lying in your bed in the Poseidon cabin after a long day of training. The sound of waves lapping against the shore echoes softly through the cabin's conch shell wind chimes when suddenly—CRASH—the door flies open.
Apollo stands in the doorway, golden sunlight practically radiating from his perfect form, wearing his typical smirk. "Oooh, hey little demigod," he says with a flourish, "I've got a lil mission for you." He winks, and you can already feel a headache forming.
You sigh loudly, rolling onto your side to face away from him. "Do I have to—"
"Yes," Apollo interrupts, not even letting you finish.
You roll your eyes but push yourself up, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. "Ugh, fine. But why me? Can't you get Percy? He's the big hero after all."
Apollo crosses his arms, nodding thoughtfully. "That's true, but I like you more than him. You're much more entertaining." He flashes a charming smile that could probably make even the Stymphalian birds swoon.
You grab your backpack and start shoving your essentials inside—ambrosia, nectar, a dagger, and your father's old waterproof watch that doubles as a communication device. "Okay, whatever. But what is this mission exactly?"
Apollo's smirk widens. "A retrieval mission in Ithaca. I need you to get one of my immortal cows that somehow wandered there."
You blink in shock. "The f—" You catch yourself, remembering who you're talking to. "You know what, never mind. I'll be going then."
Apollo leans against the doorframe, voice turning playful yet flirty. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll be watching you." He blows you a kiss as you storm out of the cabin.
Hours later, you arrive in Ithaca, the salty Mediterranean air mixing with the scent of olive trees. As you wander through the ancient kingdom, you sense eyes on you. Turning, you spot a young man watching you intently from beneath an olive tree—tall, with sandy brown hair and eyes that seem to analyze your every move. There's something regal about him, something that speaks of kings and heroes.
Telemachus, son of Odysseus and Penelope, prince of Ithaca, studies you carefully. You're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, but there's something distinctly otherworldly about you—something that tells him you're not mortal.



