"in the time of gods and monsters, what is the worth of a man?"
dorothy trelawney, a girl out of time with a goddess to save and a world to learn.
(fem!o/c x jason grace)
book one of four : the lost hero - the son of neptune
i only own dorothy trel...
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DOROTHY COULDN'T RELAX until traces of the city were gone and they only soared over snowy fields. The biting air was welcome on her aching arms. Tears brimmed her eyes as she looked at the state of her jacket. She had taken some ambrosia and it stopped the burning, but the injuries only scabbed over, sure to leave a scar. That didn't matter as much as the melted brown leather full of holes in the sleeves.
She was determined to fix it now, she used Jason's back to hold her book down, searching for any kind of spell that could fix the damage. Flipping through the pages, she didn't find was she was looking for until she got to the end of the book. An object reversal spell. Dorothy sighed in relief as she read it, memorizing the incantation, repeating it under her breath a few more times before she put the book away and shrugged off her jacket, the cold air was biting at her skin through her shirt but she still held the jacket up in front of her. Her purple mist encased the jacket as she repeated the incantation in her mind. She watched in awe as the jacket repaired itself and she was able to put it on once more.
The sun had started to set when someone finally said something.
"Good job, Festus." Leo said when he patted the dragon's metal hide. "You did awesome."
The dragon shuddered. Gears popped and clicked in his neck. Dorothy tilted her head, he wasn't doing that on purpose, the rhythmic ticking would normally come from somewhere around his mouth, and the shuddering made her nervous.
"I'll give you a tune-up next time we land," Leo promised. "You've earned some motor oil and Tabasco sauce."
Festus whirled his teeth, but even that sounded weak. He flew at a steady pace, his great wings angling to catch the wind. Dorothy hoped that the dragon was balancing the weight on him properly, she wondered if using her magic on the cages would help lighten the load, but she didn't know the toll that would take on her.
"Leo." Piper spoke up from behind Dorothy. "You feeling okay?"
"Yeah... not bad for a brainwashed zombie." He looked embarrassed after that, wincing with his words. "Thanks for saving us back there, beauty queen. If you hadn't talked me out of that spell—"
"Don't worry about it," Piper said.
"That witch was experienced," Dorothy assured, "she had gotten hundreds of Heroes before us, and now, she can't get anyone else."
