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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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕎𝕀ℕ𝔻𝕊 𝕆𝔽 ℂℍ𝕀ℂ𝔸𝔾𝕆
I DREAMED I WAS WRAPPED in chains, hanging upside down like a hunk of meat. Everything hurt—my arms, legs, chest, and head. Especially my head. It felt like an overinflated water balloon. I could almost hear Leo and Emma laughing at what I thought.
"If I'm dead," I murmured, "why does it hurt so much?"
"You're not dead, my hero," said a woman's voice. "It is not your time. Come, speak with me."
My thoughts floated away from my body. I heard monsters yelling, my friends screaming, and fiery explosions, but it all seemed to be happening on another plane of existence —getting farther and farther away. I didn't need any thoughts to know that it was bad.
I found myself standing in an earthen cage. Tendrils of tree roots and stone whirled together, confining me, it was tight. Outside the bars, I could see the floor of a dry reflecting pool, another earthen spire growing at the far end, and the ruined red stones of a burned-out house above them.
Next to me in the cage, a woman sat cross-legged in black robes, her head covered by a shroud. She pushed aside her veil, revealing a face that was proud and beautiful—but also hardened with suffering. She strangely reminded me of Anna. They shared the same royal expression of pride and honor, but also power and respect. Only, Anna carried it better. Though, I decided to keep it to myself.
"Ju--Hera," I said, slipping up.
"Welcome to my prison," said the goddess. "You will not die today, Jason. Your friends and girlfriend will see you through—for now."
"For now?" I asked. "Also, she is not my girlfriend" Hera rolled her eyes 'Not yet'
Hera gestured at the tendrils of her cage. "There are worse trials to come. The very earth stirs against us." Fun.
"You're a goddess," I said. "Why can't you just escape?"
Hera smiled sadly. Her form began to glow, until her brilliance (read: annoyingness) filled the cage with painful light. The air hummed with power, molecules splitting apart like a nuclear explosion. I suspected if I were actually there in the flesh, I would've been vaporized, which was not something on my bucket list.
The cage should've been blasted to rubble. The ground should've split and the ruined house should've been leveled. But when the glow died, the cage hadn't budged. Nothing outside the bars had changed. Only Hera looked different—a little more stooped and tired. Fuck!
"Some powers are even greater than the gods," she said. "I am not easily contained. I can be in many places at once. But when the greater part of my essence is caught, it is like a foot in a bear trap, you might say. I can't escape, and I am concealed from the eyes of the other gods. Only you can find me, and I grow weaker by the day." Her monologue sounded a bit like the villain's in superhero movies.
