The twelve of them stood slowly, eyes fluttering between each other nervously. Ariadnê wasn't blind to notice that it was twelve of them like there were twelve Olympioi. (Five of the Kronides had kids. Five children of the Kronides were there.)
Whatever had kidnapped them, the Moirai were seemingly the main suspect, had taken their usual styling and placed them into more traditional clothing. Ariadnê had smiled to herself when she noticed that she was the only female with a dress that didn't fall to her ankles. She could only assume that it was because she had been wearing one of Apollôn's chitons when the two had finally gone to bed.
It was probably inappropriate for her chiton to be as short as it was-–it was mid-thigh after all–, but at least she could still move freely. Clarisse looked as if she were one second away from ripping her himation apart.
Their clothing choice, while irritable, wasn't all that shocking. There were a few times out of the summer where Mr. D had outright demanded that they learn more of their culture and to dress in appropriate attire.
After all, "not all of the brats have divine power" so there was no need for day to day training in those regards.
No, the most shocking thing that they faced was that none of them looked their ages.
They looked twelve.
Ariadnê vividly remembered standing over a dead body on her sixteenth birthday.
Looking highly uncomfortable, Chris turned to her, questioning aloud, "Where are we?" She could read the fear in her friend's eyes. He clearly thought that they were in some place within the labyrinth. But despite the fact that she could see and understand that fear, she couldn't help but to stifle a laugh as she moved towards the river. All three sons of Hermês' hair were twisting throughout the air, the strands fluttering as if they were wings. Her brother helped her into the water as she cast another glance back towards the others. Connor's eyes were slipping close in concentration as Will turned his gaze towards the sun and Thalia bent to the ground concentrating on the call of the wild and pressure within the air.
The people around them moved into defensive positions as they froze. It felt like their brains were rewiring themselves. Flashes of their memories danced around their mind. GREECE. Olympos. Seared into their brains like a title sequence to an action movie. Their eyes shot open glowing with divine power before they each fell to their knees shuddering. It was as if their bodies just shut down and rebooted.
Connor leaned heavily into Travis' arms as the ability drained him. Being the son of the god of travelers meant that he had some abilities that never broadcasted; one was to always know where they were no matter how far. Places like Ogygia and Tartarus and the Labyrinth would disrupt their abilities. Hermês had told Ariadnê once that some of the gifts his children held would be better for the world to not know they had. Some of them had him visiting their dreams, telling the child in question to keep them a secret.
The youngest child of the Herald was sagging with exhaustion as he looked at the others, "Somehow, we're in the past. Ancient Greece. The future is changing with just us being here. However we gotten here... we can't go back that way. What part of time we're at... I don't know." It was like watching a movie in reverse; trapped within his own body. It was horrible and frightening.
The twins were leaning heavily onto each other. Ariadnê breathed through her nose. She was one second away from flopping down into the water. Percy was bracing himself somewhat on his knees, "This is the Eurotas river. Sparta–Ancient Sparta isn't too far away from here."
Once Will managed to catch his breath, he trailed his gaze over the group. His eyes stopped on Ariadnê as she climbed out of the river. He looked between Ariadnê, Thalia, and Rachel in confusion, "Is it just me or are the three of you melting?"
