i don't want to look at anything else now that I saw you...
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[heroes of olympus]
[the lost hero]
book 1 of the golden love series
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JASON BARELY HAD TIME to register the bombshell Lyra dropped on him before Rachel called him.
"Jason," Rachel said. "Um. . .do you remember your last name?"
Jason shook his head, slightly embarrassed.
"We'll just call you Jason, then," Rachel said. "It's clear Hera herself has issued you a quest."
Rachel paused, her eyes slightly sorrowful.
Everyone's eyes were on him; there was so much pressure, Jason couldn't afford to show weakness. He lifted his head, schooling his expression. Fear was not allowed.
He set his jaw and nodded. "I agree."
"You must save Hera to prevent a great evil," Rachel continued. "Some sort of king from rising. For reasons we don't yet understand, it must happen by the winter solstice, only four days from now."
"That's the council day of the gods," Annabeth said. "If the gods don't already know Hera's gone, they will definitely notice her absence by then. They'll probably break out fighting, accusing each other of taking her. That's what they usually do."
"The winter solstice," Chiron spoke up, "is also the time of greatest darkness. The gods gather that day, as mortals always have, because there is strength in numbers. The solstice is a day when evil magic is strong. Ancient magic, older than the gods. It is a day when things. . .stir."
The way he said it, stirring sounded absolutely sinister-like it should be a first-degree felony, not something you did to cookie dough.
"Okay," Annabeth said, glaring at the centaur. "Thank you, Captain Sunshine. Whatever's going on, I agree with Rachel. Jason has been chosen to lead this quest, so-"
"Why hasn't he been claimed?" somebody yelled from the Ares cabin. "If he's so important-"
"He has been claimed," Chiron announced. "Long ago. Jason, give them a demonstration."
He stepped forward nervously, fiddling with the gold coin in his pocket. Ivlivs. He blinked. How did he- never mind. Jason pushed that thought away, deciding to deal with it later. Almost magnetically, his eyes found Lyra's. She smiled encouragingly.
Jason reached into his pocket. His coin flashed in the air, and when he caught it in his hand, he was holding a lance-a rod of gold about seven feet long, with a spear tip at one end. The other demigods gasped. Rachel and Annabeth stepped back to avoid the point, which looked wickedly sharp.
"Wasn't that. . ." Annabeth hesitated. "I thought you had a sword."
"Um, it came up tails, I think," Jason said. "Same coin, long-range weapon form."
"Dude, I want one!" yelled somebody from Ares cabin.
"Better than Clarisse's electric spear, Lamer!" one of his brothers agreed.
