《 son of neptune - mark of Athena 》
《 oc x jason grace 》
Chiara was thinking for the first time
in her life that
she could have a normal year
without a
family member dying or someone
wanting h...
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🇨 🇭 🇦 🇵 🇹 🇪 🇷 🇪 🇮 🇬 🇭 🇹 🇳 ༄⁂ CHIARA WAS RELIEVED WHEN THE WHEELS FELL OFF. Frank had already thrown up twice from the back of the chariot, which was not fun at the speed of sound and Chiara was very close to following suit. The horse seemed to bend time and space as he ran, blurring the landscape, making Chiara feel like she had just eaten a feast and was exercising. Ella didn't help matters. She kept muttering: "Seven hundred and fifty miles per hour. Eight hundred. Eight hundred and three. Fast. Very fast."
The horse sped north across Puget Sound, zooming past islands and fishing boats and very surprised pods of whales. The landscape ahead began to look familiar-Crescent Beach, Boundary Bay. They'd crossed into Canada.
The horse rocketed onto dry land. He followed Highway 99 north, running so fast, the cars seemed to be standing still.
Finally, just as they were getting into Vancouver, the chariot wheels began to smoke.
"Hazel!" Frank yelled. "We're breaking up!"
She got the message and pulled the reins. The horse didn't seem happy about it, but he slowed to subsonic as they zipped through the city streets. They crossed the Ironworkers bridge into North Vancouver, and the chariot started to rattle dangerously. At last Arion stopped at the top of a wooded hill. He snorted with satisfaction, as if to say, That's how we run, fools. The smoking chariot collapsed, spilling Percy, Chiara, Frank, and Ella onto the wet, mossy ground.
Chiara cursed in greek under her breath as she looked down disgusted at her now ruined clothes. Frank stumbled to his feet. Percy groaned and started unhitching Arion from the ruined chariot. Ella fluttered around in dizzy circles, bonking into the trees and muttering, "Tree. Tree. Tree."
Only Hazel seemed unaffected by the ride. Grinning with pleasure, she slid off the horse's back. "That was fun!"
"Yeah." Chiara swallowed back his nausea. "So much fun."
Arion whinnied.
"He says he needs to eat," Percy translated. "No wonder. He probably burned about six million calories."
Hazel studied the ground at her feet and frowned. "I'm not sensing any gold around here....Don't worry, Arion. I'll find you some. In the meantime, why don't you go graze? We'll meet you-"
The horse zipped off, leaving a trail of steam in his wake.
Hazel knit her eyebrows. "Do you think he'll come back?"
"I don't know," Percy said. "He seems kind of...spirited."
Chiara almost hoped the horse would stay away after the ride. She didn't say that, of course. She could tell Hazel was distressed by the idea of losing her new friend. She had seen how amazed Hazel was by Arion, and if it meant her sister would remain as excited as she was right now, Chiara could put up with the horse.
