In a world where gods and demigods clash, Anna Danvers, daughter of Poseidon, stands at the heart of prophecy. As the chosen one of the ancient foretellings, her fate intertwines with the destiny of both Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter.
With braver...
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𝕆ℕ𝔼 𝕊ℂ𝔸ℝ𝕐 𝔹𝕃𝕆ℕ𝔻
"I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real" – Castle on the Hill, Ed Sheeran
WE JUST DEFEATED THE 'VENTI', we had also lost coach hedge on the way, now we were waiting for the 'extraction squad'... Oof, today was odd, to say the least.
The storm dissipated. The other kids from the Wilderness School were staring out the glass doors in horror. Security guards were working on the locks now, but they didn't seem to be having any luck.
"Coach Hedge said he had to protect three people," Jason remembered. "I think he meant us."
"And that thing Dylan turned into ..." I shuddered. "God, I can't believe it was hitting on me. He called us... what, demigods?"
Leo lay on his back, staring at the sky. He didn't seem anxious to get up. "Don't know what demi means," he said. "But I'm not feeling too godly. You guys feeling godly?"
There was a brittle sound like dry twigs snapping, and the cracks in the skywalk began to widen.
"We need to get off this thing," Jason said. "Maybe if we-"
"Ohhh-kay," Leo interrupted. "Look up there and tell me if those are flying horses."
At first, me and Jason thought Leo had hit his head too hard. Then we saw a dark shape descending from the east-too slow for a plane, too large for a bird. As it got closer he could see a pair of winged animals-gray, four-legged, exactly like horses-except each one had a twenty-foot wingspan. And they were pulling a brightly painted box with two wheels: a chariot. The winged-horse were flying behind another one, a magnificent white colored on which sat a girl.
"Reinforcements," he said. "Hedge told me an extraction squad was coming for us."
"Extraction squad?" Leo struggled to his feet. "That sounds painful."
"And where are they extracting us too?" I asked.
Jason watched as the chariot landed on the far end of the skywalk. The flying horses tucked in their wings and cantered nervously across the glass, as if they sensed it was near breaking. Three teenagers stood in the chariot-A lean, gorgeous blond girl bout the same age as Jason, she looked like their leader, a tall blond girl maybe a year younger than Jason, and a bulky dude with a shaved head and a face like a pile of bricks. The leader wore a plain black tank, black ripped jeans and a leather jacket decorated with badge, she also wore sunglasses and high healed combat boots. The other two kids wore matching orange shirts and jeans. The leader leaped of the her pegasus as soon as it stopped and whispered something in its ear. Weird. The other blond followed her lead. But, seeing us, the second blond pulled a knife ran toward us really fast. The leader looked annoyed, but used to it and as if she had been expecting it .
"Where is he" The girl asked shakily as if she had been crying.
