plague bringer - a heroes of olympus insert

𝗑𝗑𝗂𝗑. 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 - 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 1

~ the next couple chapters will be in Hazel's point of view because Aria is unable to narrate ~

Hazel wasn't proud of crying.

After the tunnel collapsed, she wept and screamed like a two-year-old throwing a tantrum. She couldn't move the debris that separated her and Leo from the others. If the earth shifted any more, the entire complex might collapse on their heads. Still, she pounded her fists against the stones and yelled curses that would've earned her a mouth-washing with lye soap back at St. Agnes Academy.

Leo stared at her, wide-eyed and speechless. She wasn't being fair to him. The last time the two of them had been together, she'd zapped him into her past and shown him Sammy, his great-grandfather—Hazel's first boyfriend. She'd burdened him with emotional baggage he didn't need, and left him so dazed they had almost gotten killed by a giant shrimp monster. Now here they were, alone again, while their friends might be dying at the hands of a monster army, and she was throwing a fit. "Sorry." She wiped her face.

"Hey, you know..." Leo shrugged. "I've attacked a few rocks in my day."

She swallowed with difficulty. "Frank is...he's—"

"Listen," Leo said. "Frank Zhang has moves. He's probably gonna turn into a kangaroo and do some marsupial jujitsu on their ugly faces." He helped her to her feet.

Despite the panic simmering inside her, she knew He helped her to her feet. Despite the panic simmering inside her, she knew Leo was right. Frank and the others weren't helpless. They would find a way to survive. The best thing she and Leo could do was carry on.

She studied Leo. His hair had grown out longer and shaggier, and his face was leaner, so he looked less like an imp and more like one of those willowy elves in the fairy tales. The biggest difference was his eyes. They constantly drifted, as if Leo was trying to spot something over the horizon.

"Leo, I'm sorry," she said. He raised an eyebrow.

"Okay. For what?"

"For..." She gestured around her helplessly. "Everything. For thinking you were Sammy, for leading you on. I mean, I didn't mean to, but if I did—"

"Hey." He squeezed her hand, though Hazel sensed nothing romantic in the gesture. "Machines are designed to work."

"Uh, what?"

"I figure the universe is basically like a machine. I don't know who made it, if it was the Fates, or the gods, or capital-G God, or whatever. But it chugs along the way it's supposed to most of the time. Sure, little pieces break and stuff goes haywire once in a while, but mostly...things happen for a reason. Like you and me meeting."

"Leo Valdez," Hazel marveled, "you're a philosopher."

"Nah," he said. "I'm just a mechanic. But I figure my bisabuelo Sammy knew what was what. He let you go, Hazel. My job is to tell you that it's okay. You and Frank—you're good together. We're all going to get through this. I hope you guys get a chance to be happy. Besides, Zhang couldn't tie his shoes without your help."

"That's mean," Hazel chided, but she felt like something was untangling inside her—a knot of tension she'd been carrying for weeks. Leo really had changed. Hazel was starting to think she'd found a good friend. "What happened to you when you were on your own?" she asked. "Who did you meet?"

Leo's eye twitched. "Long story. I'll tell you sometime, but I'm still waiting to see how it shakes out."

"The universe is a machine," Hazel said, "so it'll be fine."

"Hopefully."

"As long as it's not one of your machines," Hazel added. "Because your machines never do what they're supposed to."