Anyone who knows Arya Jackson for more than five minutes knows her opinion of the world, and demigods not so fair place in it. Unfortunately, since the war Arya isn't that easy to get to know. To most she's little more than a legend.
Arya is fine w...
"Clothes and manners do not make the man; but when he is made, they greatly improve his appearance."
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18.
Extreme Demigod Makeover
ALL FIVE OF THEM TRUDGED UP IN SILENCE. Only small comments here and there about the choice of gardening and the color scheme. Arya's head was rearing thinking about Percy and the others, constantly reminding herself that it was the right decision. That if the roles were reversed he would do the same.
When they reached the front doors they lost Hedge. The call of the pasture on the front lawn stronger than the itch to protect the kids by beating things with a club. Arya didn't blame him. She would much rather be sitting on her boat in a camp with these guys then walking into the palace of a wind god who probably hates demigods.
The rest of them went in and didn't get two steps past the doorway when an aura swooped down, blowing all of their hair back. She came to a halt floating above the teenagers. She was a wind spirit, and aura to be exact. Her cousins were water and nature spirits that made their home back at camp.
She introduced herself as Millie and checked her clipboard to see that the kids could fit into Aeolus' schedule in a few minutes. Millie was nice enough, a little frantic but that might have been because she was a wind spirit used to moving fast and getting a lot done all at once.
She moved the four of them through the palace. With every step Arga took she swore the wind was blowing in a different direction. All around them paper airplanes were flying around delivering messages from one side of the palace to another. Spirits were everywhere, furniture had been turned over, doors were flying open and then slamming shut. The place was just a little too chaotic for Arya's liking.
However bad she thought the first room was. Nothing could have prepared her for Alveolus' main room and apparent headquarters. TVs were floating around the room with no type of organization. All of them at a low level playing a different show or channel. Most of them were split between weather channels and what looked to be live footage of warriors and demigods. The hum and conflict were driving Arya crazy and she had only been in the room for a few seconds, she didn't know how anyone could stand it.
