Leonardo 'Leo' Valdez sighed softly, almost wistfully, as his (well, not technically his, but still) boat pulled in to the harbour.
The Argo II was one of his favourite boats. He loved Festus, the dragon at the ships bow. Well, okay, the dragon wasn't really called Festus or, technically, it didn't have a name.
Calypso exited the boat behind him. She wasn't even slightly sea-sick which surprised him because she had never left their island. Ever.
That girl was a mystery.
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Leo exited the tour bus, thanking the driver, and walked up to the door of the large building.
He halted and turned around, looking for Calypso and seeing her standing motionless, staring up at the building in awe.
"Calypso, we don't want to be late," he called back in his native language.
That did the trick.
Her head snapped around to look at him and she had a dazed expression on her face, like she was waking up from a dream.
"Late?"
"For the meeting."
She nodded and they walked inside.
Calypso almost immediately spotted a group of young adults, each about eighteen in age, not at all engaging each other in conversation.
Leo made a beeline for the corner they were situated in.
"'Sup?"
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United
أدب الهواةWhat if the demigods weren't all from America? What if the gods brought together the demigods of different countries to help them in war? What if they were United?
