CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
SILVIANA DUVALL
If not for the horses, Sylvie and Finley would've died.
Percy and Jason charged at each other, but Blackjack and Tempest balked long enough for Sylvie and Finley to leap out of the way.
Sylvie rolled to the edge of the road and looked back, dazed and frightened, as the boys crossed swords, gold against bronze. Sparks flew. Their blades blurred—strike and parry—and the pavement trembled. The first exchange took only a second, but Sylvie couldn't believe the speed of their sword fighting. The horses pulled away from each other—Tempest thundering in protest, Blackjack flapping his winds.
"What are they doing?" Sylvie asked, horrified.
"I don't know," Finley said, "but I'm rooting for Percy. GO SKIPPER!"
Jason's golden eyes turned toward her, and Percy charged, slamming his blade into Jason. Thank the gods, Percy turned his sword—maybe on purpose, maybe accidentally—so the flat of it hit Jason's chest; but the impact was still enough to knock Jason off his mount.
Blackjack cantered away as Tempest reared in confusion. The spirit horse charged into the sunflowers and dissipated into vapor.
Percy struggled to turn his pegasus around.
Sylvie brought up her hands, thick grass blades wrapping around Blackjack's hooves—sorry, Blackjack. It kept Percy in place. Desperately, wishing Piper was here, Sylvie yelled, "Percy, stop! Drop your weapon!"
Percy's sword arm dipped, but unfortunately, Jason got to his feet.
Jason roared. A bolt of lightning arced out of the clear blue sky. It ricocheted off his gladius and blasted Percy off his horse.
Blackjack whinnied. He fought off the grass and fled into the wheat fields. Jason charged at Percy, who was now on his back, his clothes smoking from the lightning blast.
"What the hell is going on?!" Finley screamed. "Stop!"
Jason froze, his sword six inches from Percy's face.
He turned, the gold light in his eyes flickering uncertainly. "I cannot stop. One must die."
Something about that voice... it wasn't Gaea. It wasn't Jason. It gave Sylvie the urge to walk further towards it. Whoever it was spoke haltingly, as if English was its second language.
"Who are you?" Sylvie demanded.
Jason's mouth twisted in a gruesome smile. "We are the eidolons. We will live again. It is so nice to meet you, Silviana Duvall."
"Sylvie, they fucking know you!" Finley panicked.
"Eidolons...?" Sylvie's mind raced. She'd studied all sorts of monsters at Camp Half-Blood, but that term wasn't familiar. "You're—You're some sort of ghost?"
"He must die," Jason turned his attention back to Percy, but Percy had recovered more than any of them realized. He swept out his leg and knocked Jason off his feet.
YOU ARE READING
Wildfires, Heroes of Olympus ₂
FanfictionTears are water, blood is water, a woman always washes in blood and tears. "How was I to know that this tiny spark would spread like wildfires?" Book 2 in the Wild Saga Percy Jackson x Fem!O...
