A Tale of Gods and Magic

Leo: Knock, Knock. Who's There? The Oracle. (a minichapter)

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Sorry i haven't updated in forever. I'll try to update more regularly with a *dances in a circle* plan! I'm going to write a few chapters in advance so you don't have to wait so long for a new one. Sadly, this means that it may be awhile before a new chapter.

For now, enjoy some Leo madness :)

Leo lay in bed, the massagers running like crazy. He was tinkering with a few spare parts, imagining the magic powers he’d get. Zam! His homework would be done. Blam! His room would be clean. A flame lit his left pinky and Leo tried the meditation skills Jason had been trying to teach him. Think of icy Antarctica… breathe in…. rootbeer floats…. breathe out… Before the flame could set his hair on fire or worse, it went out with a flicker, leaving behind only a lilting line of smoke. He blew it away, for some reason reminded of Calypso. She’d gone off on a “business trip”, not bothering to tell Leo where she was actually going.

He hated being the seventh wheel. At least he’d get some awesome powers soon, on top of his firey awesomesauce awesomeness. Wow, he thought. Awesome used three times in a sentence. He mentally high-fived himself.

Making the Hephaestus Express had taken his mind off everything. He’d programmed each room to the personality of the person. Percy was easy-blue themed with a river. Piper, lots of nature, Annabeth, columns, columns, columns. The rest had taken him a few weeks, but now his masterpiece was done. Sadly, he had overlooked the fact of his own room, but in the end, he’d added a bed to the control/engine room and voila!

He still couldn’t get his mind off Calypso. They were even going to Ogygia II. Who made up that name, anyway? It was like a slap to his face… times two.

After a few more minutes, Leo threw his spare parts to the ground and went to the loudspeaker. He was getting hungry, which meant it was time to wake everyone up for breakfast. Ahh, he loved the control of bossing everyone around on the ship. That Dora touch last night had been pure genius. Hephaestus would’ve been proud.

“Breakfast in ten minutes! Up, up, up!” Leo pressed a button that filtered his voice so it sounded like a baby shrieking. He could just imagine Jason jerking out of bed to the sound.

Leo fondly thought of Coach Hedge and wished he could’ve joined them on the trip. Leo figured that he could learn some pretty awesome kung fu from the satyr. But Coach Hedge had claimed that he was participating in a biannual “Satyrs Only Olympus-Themed Comicon.” Apparently there was also going to be a panpipe-off… with Apollo as the judge. Leo shivered at the thought of Coach Hedge playing the pipes. Some things were better left alone. Like sleeping dragons.

A knock on the door startled Leo. He jumped out of the bed and wound his way around a furnace. On the way, he tripped on a screw and a hammer. By the time he got to the door, his foot was aching.

He threw open the door, and a cool wind hit his face. He hadn’t realized how hot his room was, or even the beads of sweat dripping down his face. He mopped at his forehead with a grease-stained rag.

He jumped back a few feet in surprise when he saw who was standing at the doorway.

The frizzy red hair and baggy Harvard sweatshirt…. it had to be.

Rachel.