The Blood of Olympus

Chapter Thirty Five: Reyna

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Reyna

Reyna really, really wanted some good news.

But unfortunately good news was a rare in a situation as hopeless as theirs.

Nico had passed out on the cold, mossy ground, leaving Reyna and the faun-oops, satyr- to stare at the area around them.

“Where are we?” Reyna repeated, clutching her dagger firmly.

Coach Hedge sniffed the air and grinned. “Canada! Damn, I love this place!”

“Canada?” Reyna’s brain felt like it had been replaced with mush. “How…?”

Coach shrugged. “Maybe Death Boy here was a bit confused on his geography homework.”

Reyna blinked at him but then turned away and shook Nico’s shoulder gently, pressing her fingers onto his wrist. She breathed a sigh of relief as she a felt a slight pulse against her fingers.

“He’s not dead.” She said.

She shifted him over and shook him again. “Wake up.” She snapped.

The faun stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe if I hit him with my baseball bat, he will wake up.”

Reyna glared at him. “No.”

Coach Hedge looked up hopefully at her. “Just a little bit?”

“I said, no.” Reyna propped the Son of Hades up against her. “Help me carry him.”

Coach Hedge grumbled something unintelligible under his breath and lifted Nico’s legs.

The three seemed to be on the outskirts of a forest: lush, green, unmaintained fields and hills smiling welcomingly at them; other dense forest clustered together in the background, looking strangely picturesque with different colours dotted around: greens, oranges and reds as the season changes the leaves, slowly turning them to a brownish colour.

Reyna scowled, deep in thought. The leaves should not be changing at this time. What month was it? July? August? No, something was wrong.

“Well isn’t that such a surprise.” Reyna muttered to herself.

“Huh?” Coach Hedge asked.

“Nothing.” And she froze, her senses tingling. Pressing her finger to her lips, she motioned Coach to stay put with Nico, before gently lying down the son of Hades on the damp grass.

Reyna pulled out her Imperial gold knife and jogged into the forest to their left, leaving the rolling hills and her two companions behind.

Her head buzzed with ideas. Was she perhaps hallucinating? Or was she simply mishearing things? No. She was sure she had heard a female voice screaming. The voice hadn’t been familiar but it was useful to know the person who was screaming, and more importantly, what they were screaming at.