━━━━GREAT GODS!
❝ but do you feel like
a young god? ❞
( the blood of olympus )
( multiple characters x ocs! )
( "heroes of old" book three )
( heroes of...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
━chapter six, ❝the romans' fatal weakness: popcorn!❞ 『V A L E N T I N A』
☆
━━━"This place is huge," reports Frank. "The ruins stretch from the river to the base of that mountain over there, about half a kilometer."
The group sits on a bridge that spans the Kladeos River. To Valentina's left, the ancient Olympic valley shimmers in the summer heat. To their right, the visitors' lot is crammed with tour buses. Good thing the Argo II is moored a hundred feet in the air, or else no one would ever find parking.
Leo had seemed a bit uncomfortable when Valentina, Hazel, Romeo, and Frank came back from scouting. Percy seemed a little on edge, too. She wonders what they had talked about━or what they hadn't talked about.
"How far is that in regular measurements?" asks Percy.
Frank rolls his eyes. "That is regular measurement in Canada and the rest of the world. Only you Americans━"
"About five or six football fields," intercedes Hazel, feeding Arion a big chunk of gold. Leo looks at her in surprise, and Hazel shrugs her shoulders, stammering, "What? I listen to Regina."
Percy spreads his hands. "Five or six football fields? That's all you needed to say."
"Anyway," says Romeo, "from overhead, Frank and I didn't see anything suspicious."
"Neither did we," says Valentina. "Arion took Hazel and I on a loop around the perimeter. A lot of tourists, but no rampant, brain-damaged goddess."
The big stallion nickers and tosses his head, his neck muscles rippling under his butterscotch coat.
"Man, that horse can cuss." Percy shakes his head in bewilderment. "But he doesn't think much of Olympia."
For once, Valentina agrees with the horse. She doesn't like the idea of tromping through fields full of ruins under a blazing hot sun, shoving her way through hordes of even sweatier, smelly tourists while searching for a bipolar goddess. Besides, Frank has already flown over the whole valley as an eagle. If those sharp eyes didn't see anything...
"So we blunder around together," says Leo, "and let trouble find us. It's always worked before."
They poke about for a while, avoiding tour groups and ducking from one patch of shade to the next. Frank finds a tourist pamphlet and gives them a running commentary on what is what.
