Jason and Reyna: The Praetor's of New Rome - Truth

Head Trauma

I'm already sick of being a demigod.

After separating from Reyna and the two legionaries. Sam and I took off into the sky on Scipio. Dylan, the annoying storm spirit, followed behind us with a vengeance. He shot bolts of lightning at us, which we barely dodged.

"Has that Nectar worked its magic yet?" Sam asked me.

"You mean the cooked meat juice?"

Sam looked back at me. "That's your comfort food?"

I was going to say that when you lived most your life with wolves, discovering cooked meat was a blessing from the gods. I could never go back to raw meat.

"I'll tell you all about it later. But yeah I do feel better."

Scipio swerved to the right to dodge another bolt of lightning. We continued to go higher until we past the clouds.

"Why are we up here? This is kind of his domain, right?" I asked Sam.

Sam patted Scipio neck and Scipio remained in her (his?) position. For some reason, the storm spirit had stop following us.

"You notice the clouds?" Sam asked. Completely ignoring my question.

I averted my gaze down. I remember the day being mostly clear (besides that giant black mass of screeching death birds). Now clouds had formed beneath us and darkened. The clouds began to rise up, until we were engulfed inside. What was really unsettling was how quiet the storm was.

"Yeah, I definitely do now. But you still haven't answered my question."

Sam slowly grabbed his sword from his scarab. "Listen closely, because your going to be my eyes and ears in this storm. This Venti is going to use this storm against us; when he is done forming it. Your job is to pin point his location and guide me to him. While also holding back whatever the hell he throws at us, got it?"

I forced down a massive lump of anxiety that was building up. "I Uh don't know if I can do that."

Sam turned to face me. "Shut up. You. Can. This is your fathers domain. This guy just lives in it. Just focus and you will see."

He faced forward again when Scipio started getting jumpy and started whispering into Scipio's ear. The horse had become nervous in the eerie calm. I closed my eyes, trying to control my own breathing.

We were 37.8030 N and 122.4492 W.

How did I know that? What did those numbers even mean?

"It's getting really dark. You found him yet?" Sam asked me.

I focused on the storm around us, trying to ignore those numbers. I could feel a massive amount of air being held beneath us. No doubt Dylan was holding them there.

"I feel a massive amount of air being built up under us. He stopping the air currents."

Sam readjusted his self on the Scipio. "Right, what else?"

"The storm is charging up a massive amount of energy. Expect a lot of lightning and thunder."

"Noted. Here, you take the reins."