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BOOK TWO OF THREE !!!
Mitchell didn't expect to wake up from a nightmare, only to find himself in a real one. When he finds Percy's bed empty in the middle of the night, he freaks out.
Mitchell will do whatever it tak...
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MITCHELL WASN'T SURPRISED WHEN THE snake people arrived. He'd been expecting something everyday, his senses were constantly on high alert, waiting for a monster to reveal themself.
The ship docked at the harbour in Piraeus, on the outskirts of Athens, Mitchell resisted the urge to breathe a sigh of relief. Sure, they had finally reached their destination. Somewhere nearby — past those rows of cruise ships, past those hills crowded with buildings — they would find the Acropolis. Today, one way or another, their journey would end.
But that didn't mean he could relax. Any moment, a nasty surprise might come flying out of nowhere. As it turned out, the surprise was three dudes with snake tails instead of legs.
Mitchell was on watch while his friends geared up for combat — checking their weapons and armour, loading the ballistae and catapults. He spotted the snake guys slithering along the docks, winding through crowds of mortal tourists who paid them no attention.
"I might kill myself." Mitchell groaned. "Annabeth, come here or I'm jumping off the railing to my inevitable death." Annabeth and Percy came to his side.
"Oh, great," Percy said. "Dracaenae."
Mitchell kissed his boyfriend's temple. "I don't think so. I've seen dracaenae, and they have two serpent trunks, these guys just have one."
"You're right," Percy said. "These look more human on top, too. Not all scaly and green and stuff. So do we talk or fight?"
Mitchell was tempted to say fight. The snake man held his head high. His face was chiselled and bronze, his eyes black as basalt, his curly dark hair glistening with oil. His upper body rippled with muscles, covered only by a Greek chlamys — a white wool cloak loosely wrapped and pinned at the shoulder. From the waist down, his body was one giant serpent trunk — about eight feet of green tail undulating behind him as he moved. In one hand he carried a staff topped with a glowing green jewel. In his other, he carried a platter covered with a silver dome, like a main course for a fancy dinner.
The two guys behind him appeared to be guards. They wore bronze breastplates and elaborate helmets topped with horsehair bristles. Their spears were tipped with green stone points. Their oval shields were emblazoned with a large Greek letter Κ — kappa.
They stopped a few yards from the Argo II. The leader looked up and studied the demigods. His expression was intense but inscrutable. He might have been angry or worried or terribly in need of a restroom.
"Permission to come aboard." His rasping voice made Mitchell think of a straight razor being wiped across a strop.
