━━━ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 camille carras and leo valdez make an oath that even death can't break.
❝ who are you to think you can walk a road that no one ever walked before? ❞
⊹ ࣪ ˖ leo valdez x fem!oc
⊹ ࣪ ˖ the lost hero - the blood of olympus
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𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒, 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐑𝐘 (𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐘) but daddy i love him ( taylor swift )
*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*
WHEN I FOUND MYSELF OUT OF THE forestafter a brief walk, i was blinded by the sunlight and my hair blew into my face from the wind. camp half-blood normally had perfect weather, but the wind was more powerful than usual which struck me as odd.
could it be a good omen since we were supposed to set sail on the argo II soon? or was it bad like during the trojan war when the greeks upset artemis and she stopped the winds so they couldn't sail? i hoped we wouldn't need any maiden sacrifices.
when my eyes adjusted to the violent light of the sun, i realized i had emerged by the forges.
my sight was overtaken by the warship, and my future temporary home, the argo II. the ship was twice as big as a regular trireme, making me feel small standing in front of it. the ship was made of enchanted timber and celestial bronze, giving it a demanding presence. fortunately, the argo ii was a flying ship, so we could travel over the land (without risking gaea's tricks) and water. it had one sail and a few banks of oars. the mast head of the ship was festus, the bronze dragon that leo, piper, jason, and i flew all over the continent on. when festus "died", that was the saddest i had ever seen leo. i thought about that moment a lot and it usually made me pretty upset.
i heard the sounds of people working inside the ship. pangs of moral, clattering of wood, loud footsteps. a figure stepped onto the mast. i had to put a hand above my eyes to shield the sun.
i was able to make out a skinny boy with curly brown hair. leo valdez. his hair was a mess, he had soot streaked across his face, and he was holding a power tool. that was leo.
he waved an arm dramatically, a grin plastered on his dirty face. he cupped his mouth with his hands in an attempt to project his voice and called out, "where've you been, ghost girl?"
"all over!" i yelled back.
all the thoughts about the doors of death, percy jackson, secrets, lies, prophecies, quests, i seemed to forget. i laughed, but when leo replied, concern twinged his voice.
"you said you'd be a gone a few hours, chica. it's been like over a day."
