ғʀᴏsᴛʙɪᴛᴇ - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐒

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Liz examined the city below her, snow littering the tops of the roofs. It reminded her very much of Maine, how there were days she and her brother would get snowed in. Of course, it was never for long as Liz would just "magic" the snow away, but it was fun to imagine.

She reached a hand out to shake Leo awake, hesitating. Something about him looked peaceful. And also his jacket was still disgustingly dirty.

Liz clamped her hand on Leo's shoulder, shaking him until he picked his head up. He looked down first and then up at Liz.

"We're here," She notified him, releasing his shoulder.

"Tell me that's Quebec and not Santa's workshop," Leo said as Liz watched him study the city.

"You're hilarious," Liz rolled her eyes. "Yes, that's Quebec City. My dad used to take us here for vacation during the summer."

Leo raised an eyebrow, as if remembering something. "You went here for summer vacation? Some dad."

"Shut up." Liz smacked Leo's shoulder hard, making him flinch.

"Then what's that castle?" Leo pointed at a large building beneath them.

"That's not a castle, you idiot, that's a hotel."

"Yeah, I knew that." Leo nodded unconvincingly. "I just wanted to make sure you knew that." Then it donned on him. "The North Wind is staying in a hotel? That can't be-"

"Heads up, guys," Jason interrupted. "We got company!"

From the top of the towering hotel, two men with majestic gray wings and menacing swords rose up in the sky, their sights set on the group. Festus stopped in mid-air, his throat rumbling as his claws curled threateningly.

"Tell your creature to cut it out," Liz hissed back at Leo. She twirled her rings anxiously, hoping she wouldn't have to fight angels in the middle of the sky.

"Steady, boy," Leo muttered to his dragon.

"I don't like this," Jason said. "They look like storm spirits."

"They're Boreads." Liz hoped she hadn't sounded too disgruntled by their presence.

She recognized her uncles, despite never having seen them before now. They looked more young than she expected, but nevertheless, that was them.

Calais flew on the right. He was built like a brick wall with broad shoulders and a thick, meaty neck that seemed to match his head in size. He donned a bright red hockey jersey and baggy gray sweatpants, finishing off the look with black leather cleats as if he had just finished a neighborhood game of ice hockey. He didn't possess as many teeth as he should have, and the dark purple bruising around his eyes clashed against the red of his jersey.

Zethes, however, had a much different sense of style. He wasn't as large or stocky as Calais, his small frame being more accentuated by his tight designer bottoms and his open silk shirt. His white mullet was an eyesore, reminding Liz of someone's dad that thought they were cool, but they were really just compensating for age.

The two stopped in front of the dragon, their wings beating nearly as loud and sending a chilly wind Liz's way. They brandished their swords, but the clumsy way they held their weapons wasn't very intimidating. Zethes's sword looked entirely too heavy, and Calais made his sword look like a tiny metal toothpick on his burly hands.

"No clearance," Calais spoke, his voice deep and slow. Upon closer inspection, Liz noticed the lack of depth behind his eyes, insinuating there wasn't much going on upstairs.