Flames. The shroud burning. Leo. Crap. In all our rejoicing we had completely forgotten about the funeral, especially since the dead guy, whose shroud we were planning to burn, was standing in front of us. We all exchanged looks as we ran to the crest of the hill. Leo and Calypso were lagging behind, Leo looking worried. I turned around and deftly Jason picked me up, stopping me from falling into an open trench used in war games. Woah! Thank the Gods I had him.
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Once Again
FanfictionA continuance of the heroes of Olympus books. I started this before The Trials of Apollo (haven read it yet so no spoilers) or the Magnus Case chronicles came out so some details may be off. All characters are property of Uncle Rick, unless otherwis...
