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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𝕊𝔼𝕎𝔼ℝ
"You want to drive this thing?" Valdez grumbled, changing the dramatic mood, but he did what we asked.
After a few minutes, I spotted the storm spirit again, zipping through the streets with no apparent purpose—blowing over pedestrians, ruffling flags, making cars swerve. What a fun life.
"Oh great," Piper said. "There're two."
She was right. A second ventus (I am going with the roman name because it is easier to remember) blasted around the corner of the Renaissance Hotel and linked up with the first. They wove together in a chaotic dance, shooting to the top of a skyscraper, bending a radio tower, and diving back down toward the street.
"Those guys do not need any more caffeine," Valdez said. For once, I totally agreed.
"I guess Chicago's a good place to hang out," Emma said. "Nobody's going to question a couple more evil winds."
"More than a couple," I said. "Look."
The dragon circled over a wide avenue next to a lake-side park. Storm spirits were converging—at least a dozen of them, whirling around a big public art installation.
"Which one do you think is Dylan?" Leo asked. "I wanna throw something at him."
But I focused on the art installation. The closer we got to it, the faster my heart beat. I think Jason sensed this because he pulled me closer to his chest. Something was wrong, I could feel it, my instincts said so. It was just a public fountain, but it was unpleasantly familiar. Two five-story monoliths rose from either end of a long granite reflecting pool. The monoliths seemed to be built of video screens, flashing the combined image of a giant face that spewed water into the pool. It was pretty, but dangerous... Medea
As we watched, the image on the screens changed to a woman's face with her eyes closed. Yep, my suspicions are correct, it is indeed... her. I cannot fucking believe it, why do demigods have the worst luck. We just went through a bloody fucking war and now they want us to fight with this shitheaded asshole... I suddenly don't hate global warming this much.
"Leo ..." Jason said nervously.
"I see her," Valdez said. "I don't like her, but I see her."
Then the screens went dark. The venti swirled together into a single funnel cloud and skittered across the fountain, kicking up a waterspout almost as high as the monoliths. They got to its center, popped off a drain cover, and disappeared underground. Perfect.
