━━━ 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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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄? i look in people's windows ( taylor swift )
*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*
𝐋𝐄𝐎
AFTER RAIDING A MUSEUM FULL OF confederate ghosts, i didn't think my day could get any worse. i was wrong.
we hadn't found anything in the civil war sub or elsewhere in the museum; just a few elderly tourists, a dozing security guard, and—when we tried to inspect the artifacts—a whole battalion of glowing zombie dudes in gray uniforms.
the idea that frank should be able to control the spirits? yeah... that pretty much failed. i thought we should have brought camille with us rather than frank, she would have done a better job commanding the spirits.
by the time piper sent her iris-message warning us about the roman attack, we were already halfway back to the ship, having been chased through downtown charleston by a pack of angry dead confederates.
then—oh, boy!—i got to hitch a ride with frank the friendly eagle so we could fight a bunch of romans. rumor must've gotten around that i was the one who had fired on their little city, because those romans seemed especially anxious to kill me.
but wait! there was more! coach hedge shot us out of the sky; frank dropped me (that was no accident); and we crash-landed in fort sumter.
now, as the argo II raced across the waves, i had to use all my skill just to keep the ship in one piece. percy and jason were a little too good at cooking up massive storms.
at one point, annabeth stood next to me, yelling against the roar of the wind: "percy says he talked to a nereid in charleston harbor!"
"good for him!" i yelled back.
"the nereid said we should seek help from chiron's brothers."
"what does that mean? the party ponies?" i had never met chiron's crazy centaur relatives, but i'd heard rumors of nerf sword-fights, root beer–chugging contests, and super soakers filled with pressurized whipped cream. i thought they sounded pretty cool.
"not sure," annabeth said. "but i've got coordinates. can you input latitude and longitude in this thing?"
"i can input star charts and order you a smoothie, if you want. of course i can do latitude and longitude!"
annabeth rattled off the numbers. i somehow managed to punch them in while holding the wheel with one hand. a red dot popped up on the bronze display screen.
