Wildfires, Heroes of Olympus ₂

014, fuck is their lore bro

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
FINLEY             BRIGGS

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Finn was an expert on weird. She was part god, a daughter of Bacchus. She could turn water into wine like she was Jesus. Her eyes twinged purple when that resting insanity in her began to fester. Speaking of, she could do things with that insanity that would get her condemned for even speaking it aloud. She was found and trained by wolves for a few months there. She'd been plagued by dreams of the Earth Mother for essentially her entire life.

But getting kidnapped by a field of grass? That was new.

She felt as if she were trapped in a funnel cloud of plants. She felt like a singer surfing over a crowd of supporters—only she was moving a thousand times faster, the grass blades weren't adoring fans, and Hazel Levesque was screaming beside her.

That was basically how Finn felt too. They couldn't sit up. They couldn't touch the ground. Finn had accidentally dropped her gun on the cliff, and Hazel's sword was still in her bedroll, strapped to her back. The plants kept them off balance, tossing them around, slicing their face and arms. Finn could barely make out the stars through the tumble of green, yellow, and black.

Frank's shouting faded into the distance.

"What in the name of all the gods is happening?!" Finn called out to Hazel.

"I don't know!" Hazel panicked. "But we're moving fast!"

She was right. It was hard for Finn to think clearly but she could recognize Hazel's words as fact. Wherever they were being taken, they'd soon be too far away for Percy and Frank to find them.

Finn closed her eyes and tried to ignore the pounding in her head, only made worse by the tumbling and tossing of the deadly grass (???). She couldn't suppress her groans of misery though. If Finn was drunk, she was sure that she would be enjoying this entire experience, but she'd gone too many hours without a single sip of wine.

This was miserable.

"Finley, give me your hand!" she heard Hazel shout.

Finn's face screwed up at the loud noise. "What?"

"Gods, just—"

Hazel broke herself off. It didn't matter what she was going to say. She reached out on her own and latched her hand around Finn's wrist. Finn didn't even get a moment the process this before the real craziness began.

Hazel tensed. Suddenly the ground rumbled. The swirl of plants released Finn and Hazel, and they were thrown upward like a catapult projectile.

"What the fuck?!"

Momentarily weightless, Finn opened her eyes. She twisted her body in midair. The ground was about twenty feet below. Then she and Hazel were falling. Finn's combat training somehow kicked in. She'd practiced dropping from giant eagles before. She tucked into a roll, turned the impact into a somersault, and came up standing (whether she stumbled the entire time was no one's business but hers).