"Name one hero who was happy." -Madeline Miller
Book 2 of the LUNACY SERIES
Percy Jackson x fem!oc
Jason Grace x fem!oc
Leo Valdez x masc!oc
HOO book 1 - book 5
[act two; chapter eight - the queen of amazon.com]
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As the boat sped down the Columbia River, Zara tried to get rid of the image of Percy, someone she now considered a friend, looking like he was on the brink of death. She hated how scared it made her, because for years she had always tried to keep her connections to other people at a minimum. It wasn't that she didn't like having friends or people in her life, she had just always been afraid that she was going to keep losing people. She had lost her mother, her sister, and her boyfriend, and many friends along the way, especially during the fight on Mt. Othrys.
She and Hazel helped Ella make a nest out of old books and magazines they'd liberated from the library's recycling bin. They hadn't originally planned on taking the harpy with them, but Ella acted like the matter was decided.
"Friends," she muttered. "'Ten seasons. 1994 to 2004.' Friends melt Phineas and give Ella jerky. Ella will go with her friends."
Now she was roosting comfortably in the stern, nibbling bits of jerky and reciting random lines from Charles Dickens and 50 Tricks to Teach Your Dog.
Percy knelt in the bow, steering them toward the ocean with his freaky mind-over-water powers. Hazel sat next to Frank on the centre bench, their shoulders touching, which made her feel as jittery as a harpy, all while Zara stood somewhere in the middle, unsure of where she fit into the equation. She had spent most of her life feeling that way—unsure of where she fit. All around her, all her life, people knew who they were and where they fit. Andromeda was Praetor, she was a general, she was the leader. Then there was Jason who was the same way, he knew where he fit and he knew that the things he did helped people. Zara's mother, Vera, had been a healer, and even though she had no special abilities, she used mortal healing. Her mom, Cassia, was a prophet, a seer of sorts, and helped keep everyone in line on the mortal plane for the Fates. There were so many people who knew their place, but what was Zara's?
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