they tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest.
[ jason grace x original character ]
[ book three in the daughter of artemis series ]
[ the house of hades ]
STATUS: COMPLETED
[ STARTED: july 13th, 2019 ]
[ FINISHED: october 5th, 2019 ]
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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE [ N A T A L I A ]
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NATALIA STOOD BETWEEN Jason and Percy, staring up at the Athena Parthenos. The last time she had really seen the statue in its full glory was in the chamber of Arachne, which had been a pretty bad experience for everyone.
Leo's new mechanical hoist system had lowered the statue onto the hillside with surprising ease. Now the forty-foot-tall Goddess gazed serenely over the River Acheron, her gold dress like molten metal in the sun. It reminded Natalia a little bit of Apollo's hair.
"Incredible," Reyna admitted.
She was still red-eyed from crying. Soon after she'd landed on the Argo II, her Pegasus Scipio had collapsed, overwhelmed by poisoned claw marks from a gryphon attack the night before. Reyna had put the horse out of his misery with her golden knife, turning the Pegasus into dust that scattered in the sweet-smelling Greek air. Maybe not a bad end for a flying horse, but Reyna had lost a loyal friend. Natalia knew that she had already given up too much in her life. Her heart ached for her.
The Praetor circled the Athena Parthenos warily. "It looks newly made."
"Yeah," Leo said. "We brushed off the cobwebs, used a little Windex. It wasn't hard."
The Argo II hovered just overhead. With Festus keeping watch for threats on the radar, the entire crew had decided to eat lunch on the hillside while they discussed what to do. After the last few weeks, Natalia felt like they deserved a good meal with each other.
"Reyna," Natalia called out, a small smile on her face. "You should join us."
The Praetor looked over, her dark eyebrows furrowed, as if join us didn't quite compute. Natalia had only seen Reyna in her armor, but she wasn't wearing any. It was on board the ship, being repaired by Buford the Wonder Table. She wore a pair of jeans and a purple Camp Jupiter t-shirt and looked almost like a normal teenager — except for the knife at her belt and that guarded expression, like she was ready foran attack from any direction.
"All right," she said finally.
They scooted over to make room for her in the circle. She sat cross-legged next to Natalia, picked up a cheese sandwich, and nibbled at the edge.
"So," Reyna said. "Frank Zhang . . . Praetor."
Frank shifted, wiping crumbs from his chin. "Well, yeah. Field promotion."
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