" it's that
heart of gold ,
& stardust soul
that makes her
beautiful . "
( discontinued )
✮
jason grace x oc
piper mclean x oc
( the lost hero )
Book 1 in the Heroes series
started : ( 27th February 2019 )
finished: ( tbd )
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After a few quiet hours of small talk and bonding, the five demigods had finally reached their destination. Piper shook Leo awake as the daylight faded.
"We're here," she said.
Genevieve took in her surroundings. Below them, a city sat on a cliff overlooking a river. The plains around it were dusted with snow, but the city itself glowed warmly in the winter sunset. Buildings crowded together inside high walls like a medieval town, way older than any place Genevieve had seen before. In the center was an actual castle—at least Genevieve assumed it was a castle—with massive red brick walls and a square tower with a peaked, green gabled roof.
"Tell me that's Quebec and not Santa's workshop," Leo said.
"Yeah, Quebec City," Piper confirmed. "One of the oldest cities in North America. Founded around sixteen hundred or so?"
Leo raised an eyebrow. "Your dad do a movie about that too?"
She made a face at him but it didn't seem to work with her new glamorous makeup. "I read sometimes, okay? Just because Aphrodite claimed me, doesn't mean I have to be an airhead."
"Feisty!" Leo said. "Seeing as you know so much, what's that castle?"
"A hotel, I think."
Leo laughed. "No way."
But as they got closer, Leo saw she was right. The grand entrance was bustling with doormen, valets, and porters taking bags. Sleek black luxury cars idled in the drive. People in elegant suits and winter cloaks hurried to get out of the cold.
"The North Wind is staying in a hotel?" Leo said. "That can't be—"
"Heads up, guys," Jason interrupted. "We got company!"
Genevieve looked below and saw what Jason meant. Rising from the top of the tower were two winged figures—angry angels, with nasty-looking swords.
Festus didn't like the angel guys. He swooped to a halt in midair, wings beating and talons bared, and made a rumbling sound in his throat that Leo and Kingston recognized. He was getting ready to blow fire.
"Steady, boy," Leo muttered. Something told him the angels would not take kindly to getting torched.
"I don't like this," Jason said. "They look like storm spirits."
