𝕺𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝕬𝖙𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙 - 𝕱𝖊𝖒𝕺𝕮 𝖃 𝕷𝖊𝖔 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖟

Kiera

I didn't stick around after Piper turned beautiful. Sure, it was amazing, and really attractive—you didn't hear this from me—but I had other problems to deal with. I needed space away from everyone to breath. After all, I just smacked straight into a new prophecy.

I hurried off into the shadows, thinking of only one place that nobody would know where to find me—Bunker Nine.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓ ❤︎༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ ❤︎༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ ❤︎༓･*˚⁺‧͙ 

Festus wasn't in the bunker. Obviously.

He didn't listen to my order, which slightly pissed me off, but I guess that's how my mother feels whenever Percy and I do something stupid, just multiplied by two.

I sighed and slumped down on the spinning chair closest to me.

Beckendorf had made me promise not to tell anyone about Bunker Nine, and that I will when the time is right, the only question—when is it? How would I know when the time is right? He said someone will ensure I know, and left it at that.

I fiddled with the scraps left over on the table in front of me, making braids of Celestial Bronze wires. I would fuse the ends with the blow torch next to me, creating thicker wires that I would end up coating with rubber later.

My iPod was up on the speakers, playing softly through it. It was always quiet in the woods, and I didn't know how much someone could hear from outside of it.

I am not the only traveler,

Who has not repaid his debt

Eventually, I got bored of my wire making, and decided to check through the older blueprints. On the wall was one of a ship, shields on the sides, and aerial oars that would compact inside for when you're in the water. It was a flying and sailing ship, amazing in my opinion. As I looked closer, I noticed a figurehead that seemed a little familiar.

My fingers brushed against the paper, flattening it so I could get a better look.

The figurehead was Festus.

At the bottom of the prints said Prophecy—unclear—flight, which didn't make any sense. There was no way it was built. I learned everything about the Hephaestus cabin's creations, and this ship wasn't one of them. Chiron never told me about it—he probably doesn't even know.

Take me back to the night we met.

And then I can tell myself

It made almost no sense. There was a battle plan rolled up, and I couldn't read the date since it was all in English. It showed the camp, but there weren't any volleyball, basket ball, or the new Cabin Nine—twenty years ago, they had an incident inside and it burned down, so they remade it, with more gears and levers. The one depicted on the map was plain brown, almost exactly like the Hermes cabin.

My eyes landed on a hidden drawer in the desk I hadn't noticed in the hundred times I had been there. I could feel the hidden locks, and with a little bit of concentration, it popped open. There were more papers inside.

I sorted through them, seeing more blueprints for weapons—a sword that could withstand any amount of fire, and summon Greek Fire, a machine gun that runs off arrows instead of bullets, land mines that turned enemies into pigs, and so much more stuff that I probably couldn't build in a lifetime. I stopped at the last piece of paper.

Not to ride along with you,

I had all then most of you, some and now none of you.

An envelope.