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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𝕀ℂ𝔼 ℙ𝔸𝕃𝔸ℂ𝔼
IT SEEMED AS IF I SLEPT FOR 5 MINUTES, BUT WHEN JASON WOKE ME UP IT WAS EVENING
"Anne, wake up," Jason said
I just groaned and buried myself deeper in his chest. Jason lightly shook me.
"Come on, love, wake up, we have reached Boreas's palace" As soon as he said that, I snapped awake, sitting up, not noticing that he called me 'love.'
I stretched my neck and yawned. Below us, a city sat on a cliff overlooking a river. The plains around it were dusted with snow, but the city itself glowed warmly in the winter sunset. Buildings crowded together inside high walls like a medieval town, way older than any place I had seen before, except the labyrinth. In the center was an actual castle—at least it looked like it was a castle—with massive red brick walls and a square tower with a peaked, green gabled roof.
"Tell me that's Quebec and not Santa's workshop," Valdez said
"Yeah, Quebec City," I confirmed. "One of the oldest cities in North America. Founded around sixteen hundred or so."
Leo raised an eyebrow. "You know about its history, wow..."
"You learn that sometimes knowing a certain area can save your ass," I said. This was true and I spoke from experience. Emma winced at the thought of the memory.
"I am going to take your word for it. So what is it in the castle?" Leo said, believing me.
"A hotel" Emma and I spoke together. "Jinx" we spoke in Unison. "Double Jinx," I said. Emma pouted but pretended to zip her mouth.
Valdez laughed. "No way."
But as they got closer, it seemed as if I was right. The grand entrance was bustling with doormen, valets, and porters taking bags. Sleek black luxury cars idled in the drive. People in elegant suits and winter cloaks hurried to get out of the cold.
"The North Wind is staying in a hotel?" Valdez said. "That can't be—"
"Heads up, guys," Jason interrupted. "We got company!"
I looked below and saw what Jason meant. Rising from the top of the tower were two winged figures—angry angels, with nasty-looking swords. Boreads.
Festus didn't like the angel guys. He swooped to a halt in midair, wings beating and talons bared, and made a rumbling sound in his throat that Leo recognized. He was getting ready to blow fire. Oh no! Boreas will kill us if we kill his son.
