"I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser"
[ lost hero - blood of olympus]
[ book II in the midnights series ]
[ percy jackson x oc]
[ cover by @vintagegrace ]
I guess there's nothing more romantic than dying with your friends
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[ chapter fourteen - one last adventure ] —
If Cassandra ever had another opportunity to fly from Athens to Long Island, she would definitely choose to suffer through an hours-long plane flight or even a days long boat ride.
Getting spiked across the Atlantic Ocean like a volleyball was an unpleasant enough experience for her to only want to do it once.
As soon as they stopped moving, Hazel and Frank stumbled through the hatch, pulling on the guide rope they'd attached to the mast. Annabeth, Percy, and Piper all followed—Cassandra right behind them despite a newfound sensation of dizziness.
"Go!" Leo yelled. "Go, go, go!"
For once in probably his whole life, Leo's tone was deadly serious.
They'd talked through their evacuation plan, but the slap across the world made Cassandra's mind sluggish. And judging from the way everyone else looked and moved, she wasn't the only one.
They were saved by Budford the Table. He clattered across the deck with his holographic Hedge blaring, "LET'S GO! MOVE IT! CUT THAT OUT!"
Then his tabletop split into helicopter blades and Budford buzzed away.
Frank changed form—going from a dazed demigod to a dazed gray dragon. Hazel climbed onto his neck, and Frank grabbed Annabeth and Small Bob (grabbing the makeshift collar they had found for him) in his front claws. He then spread his wings and soared away.
Percy wrapped an arm around Cassandra's waist, who surrounded the two of them with cold winds, and shot them into the sky, leaving Jason, Piper, and Leo behind.
The ground was no less chaotic. There was fighting everywhere.
As Cassandra and Percy flew down to the ground, she saw a vast army of monsters spread across the hills—cynocephali, two-headed men, wild centaurs, ogres and others she couldn't even name—surrounding two tiny islands of demigods. At the crest of Half-Blood Hill, gathered at the feet of the Athena Parthenos, was the main force of Camp Half-Blood along with two of the cohorts from Camp Jupiter, rallied around the golden eagle of the legion. The other three Roman cohorts were in a defensive formation several hundred yards away, seemingly taking the brunt of the attack.
Jason and Piper flew between Frank and his passengers and Cassandra and Percy.
"Hazel! Cassandra!" He shouted. "Those three cohorts are in trouble! If they don't merge with the rest of the demigods—"
"On it!" Hazel replied. "Go, Frank!"
Dragon Frank veered to the left, Annabeth shouting, "Let's get 'em!"
