Broken || A Riordan Universe Story

Leo POV~ "Your Humor Will Be The Death Of Me."

     We were still in Rachel's cave after that mildly disturbing prophecy...

     "We need your help to find a god." Stated Jason, getting right to the point (as usual).

     "Which one?" Asked Rachel.

     "Mímir." Claimed Magnus. "He's from the Norse World."

     "As in Norse Mythology!" Exclaimed Rachel.

     "Yes..." Replied Magnus.

     "That's so cool!" She responded. "I've been waiting for something like this to happen."

     "What do you mean?" Puzzled Percy.

     "You remember when I encountered Pan in the Labyrinth?" She said.

     "Yes," returned Percy. "What about it?"

     "Well, he gave me some of his knowledge. I had to keep it a secret for the longest time. But the truth is," she sighed. "I know about all the other worlds within ours. And sometimes I get these visions from them, kinda like Prophecy's. That's probably why the new people looked so familiar to me."

     "That sounds amaZHANG!" I laughed, "Get it? Zhang? As in Frank Zhang?"

     Percy and Magnus started to laugh. Jason snorted.

     "Your humor will be the death of me." Groaned Nico.

     "Wait," said Percy skeptically. "So, are Aztec gods real."

      "Can't answer that." Rachel shook her head.

     "I knew it." Percy replied.

     "So," Rachel started. "You guys needed to find Mímir. And I'm guessing this has to do with the whole Games thing?"

     "Correct." Replied Carter.

     "Last time I checked his head was set in stone in Al-Hamrah Makhan." Addressed Rachel.

      "That's Zia's village." Carter said sadly, as if he was hit by a memory.

     "How do we get there?" Asked Percy.

     "Maybe the Duat?" Asked Walt.

     "Too risky." Answered Carter, deep in thought. "A Portal would be our safest option."

"Portal?" Puzzled Blitz.

"At an auspicious time and place a portal will open up." Started Walt.

"But Walt here has a god pulsing in his veins, so opening a portal to Al-Hamrah Makhan will be a piece of cake." Carter finished.

"When you say god, what do you mean?" Questioned Rachel

     "Right now Walt is hosting the god Anubis. The Egyptian god of death." Started Carter.

     "Called it." Said Nico, seeming pleased with himself.

     "It just gives me more power, and it's kinda like having a loud voice in your head." Finished Walt.

     "Been there, done that." Groaned Percy.

     "How does it work?" Asked Jason.

     "We don't have time for this." Said Percy, clearly stressed.

     "Walt, do your voodoo mumbo jumbo and let's get on with it." I said.

     "I need some kind of an Obelisk, or Egyptian artifact." Walt stated.

     "And where can we find one of these things?" Asked Jason.

     "The Brooklyn House." Answered Carter.

     "Well, let's go." Said Percy.

     "We can take the F train." Suggested Carter.

     "Or we could take a giant flying bronze dragon." I added. "Take your pick."

      "Dragon. For sure." Said Magnus.

     "Dragon it is!" Exclaimed Carter.

     "You all should go eat lunch. I'll get Festus ready for the journey. Meet back at the Big House in an hour." I calculated.

     "You sure you don't need any help." Asked Jason.

     "I'm fine bro." I replied.

     "Let's go then." Percy stated.

     I was jogging towards Bunker 9. This is not at all how I imagined the day I'd gat back to Camp. I always thought that I would have Calypso with me, and I could introduce her to the rest of my friends. But now she was gods know where. For all I know she could b-be

     Dead.

     But I wouldn't let that happen, not on my watch. I swore that I'd find my way back to her.  And I wasn't planning on breaking that promise.

     Festus was curled up outside the Bunker. His bronze scales were shining in the bright sunlight.

     "Hey, Buddy." I smiled.

His red eyes turned towards me.

Click Click Whirrr Whirr Squeak

"We're gonna go find Caly now," I smiled sadly. "How does that sound?"

Whirrrr Squeak Grind

"Do you need any repairs before we leave?" I asked.

Click SQUEAK Grrrind Whir Whirr SQUEAK

"That's what I thought." I replied.

Festus's wings were damaged after being hurled into the wind by the death of Gaea. But it wasn't anything that Mr. Leo Super-Sized McShizzel Valdez couldn't fix.

I walked into Bunker 9 to grab some bronze sheets to patch up Festus. When I opened the door everything was exactly how I left it. The blueprints for the Argo II were still on the desk. My handwriting was scribbled all over it. I walked over to my cabinet I named, "ARGO II DO NOT TOUCH OTHERWISE YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO ADMIRAL LEO." Inside were all the leftover materials I had from the construction of the Argo II. I grabbed a couple of tools and materials.

"Let's get down to business." I grinned.