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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀 day, a day she will met Percy Jackson once again.
Iliya Ivanova couldn't help but felt her heart racing, her body trumbling in exciment and her thought run fast, a happiness fills her chest.
'I am ready.' She told herself.
But until she met the exploding statue, Iliya thought she was prepared for anything.
Annabeth'd paced the deck of their flying warship, the Argo II, checking and double-checking the ballistae to make sure they were locked down. She confirmed that the white "We come in peace" flag was flying from the mast. She reviewed the plan with the rest of the crew—and the backup plan, and the backup plan for the backup plan.
Iliya has to clamed her down nor she will not stopped walking and that's made a daughter of Psyche started to dizzy.
Everything seemed to be in order. The warship descended through the clouds, but she couldn't stop second-guessing herself.
What if this was a bad idea? What if the Romans panicked and attacked them on sight?
Iliya, a daughter of Psyche, a descendant great hero Perseus is a truly Greek demigod, and every cell of her being shouted at her to back off before it was too late.
And for the romans, the Argo II definitely did not look friendly. Two hundred feet long, with a bronze-plated hull, mounted repeating crossbows fore and aft, a flaming metal dragon for a figurehead, and two rotating ballistae amidships that could fire explosive bolts powerful enough to blast through concrete.
Annabeth had tried to give the Romans a heads-up. She'd asked Leo to send one of his special inventions—a holographic scroll—to alert their friends inside the camp. Hopefully the message had gotten through. Leo had wanted to paint a giant message on the bottom of the hull—WASSUP? with a smiley face—but Annabeth vetoed the idea. She wasn't sure the Romans had a sense of humor.
Too late to turn back now.
The clouds broke around their hull, revealing the gold-and-green carpet of the Oakland Hills below them. Annabeth gripped one of the bronze shields that lined the starboard rail. Her four crewmates took their places.
On the stern quarterdeck, Leo rushed around like a madman, checking his gauges and wrestling levers. Most helmsmen would've been satisfied with a pilot's wheel or a tiller. Leo had also installed a keyboard, monitor, aviation controls from a Learjet, a dubstep soundboard, and motion-control sensors from a Nintendo Wii. He could turn the ship by pulling on the throttle, fire weapons by sampling an album, or raise sails by shaking his Wii controllers really fast. Even by demigod standards, Leo was seriously ADHD.
