“The dream is to keep surprising yourself, never mind the audience.”
I don’t care how faked it. I want to know why.
Camp half-blood cabins + minimalist.
God of lightning // Queen of Olympus // God of the sea // Goddess of agriculture // God of war // Goddess of wisdom // God of the sun // Goddess of the hunt // God of fire // Goddess of love // God of the messengers // God of wine // Lord of the death // Goddess of the rainbow // God of sleep // Goddess of balance // Goddess of victory // Goddess of forgiveness and genius of plants // Goddess of fortune // Goddess of magic and crossroads.
“And now - Piertotum Locomotor!” cried Professor McGonagall.
And all along the corridor the statues and suits of armor jumped down from their plinths, and from the echoing crashes from the floors above and below, Harry knew that their fellows throughout the castle had done the same.
“Hogwarts is threatened!” shouted Professor McGonagall. “Man the boundaries, protect us, do your duty to our school!”
Clattering and yelling, the horde of moving statues stampeded past Harry: some of them smaller, others larger, than life. There were animals too, and the clanking suits of armor brandished swords and spiked balls on chains.
“I’m the son of Jupiter, I’m a child of Rome, consul to demigods, praetor of the First Legion. I slew the Trojan sea monster, I toppled the black throne of Kronos, and destroyed Titan Krios with my own hand. And now I’m going to destroy you Porphyrion, and feed you to your own wolves.” (art)