WARNING: badly written but a rewrite is up on my page
REDAMANCY | Lorna and her friends are the demigods of the great prophecy. Together, they will sail to Rome, with a camp of demigods trying to kill them, to save a son of Hades, and follow the Mar...
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11. Choices
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If not for the horses, Piper and Lorna would have died.
Jason and Percy charged each other, but Tempest and Blackjack balked long enough for Piper and Lorna to leap out of the way. Lorna rolled to the edge of the road and looked back, dazed and horrified, as the boys crossed swords, gold against bronze. Sparks flew. Their blades blurred—strike and parry—and the pavement trembled. The first exchange took only a second, but Lorna couldn't believe the speed of their sword fighting.
The horses pulled away from each other—Tempest thundering in protest, Blackjack flapping his wings.
"Stop it!" Piper yelled.
For a moment, Jason heeded her voice. His golden eyes turned toward her, and Percy charged, slamming his blade into Jason. Thank the gods, Percy turned his sword—maybe on purpose, maybe accidentally—so the flat of it hit Jason's chest; but the impact was still enough to knock Jason off his mount.
Blackjack cantered away as Tempest reared in confusion. The spirit horse charged into the sunflowers and dissipated into vapor.
Percy struggled to turn his pegasus around.
"Piper talk to them! Make them stop!" Lorna pleaded.
"Percy!" Piper yelled. "Jason's your friend. Drop your weapon!"
Percy's sword arm dipped. Piper might have been able to bring him under control, but unfortunately Jason got to his feet. Jason roared. A bolt of lightning arced out of the clear blue sky. It ricocheted off his gladius and blasted Percy off his horse.
Blackjack whinnied and fled into the wheat fields.
Jason charged at Percy, who was now on his back, his clothes smoking from the lightning blast. For a horrible moment, Gaea seemed to be whispering to her: You must choose one. Why not let Jason kill him?
"No!" Lorna screamed. "Jason, stop!"
He froze, his sword six inches from Percy's face. Jason turned, the gold light in his eyes flickering uncertainly. "I cannot stop. One must die."
Something about that voice...it wasn't Gaea. It wasn't Jason. Whoever it was spoke haltingly, as if English was its second language.
"Who are you?" Piper demanded.
Jason's mouth twisted in a gruesome smile. "We are the eidolons. We will live again."
"Eidolons... ?" Lorna's mind raced. She'd studied all sorts of monsters at Camp Half-Blood, but that term wasn't familiar. "You're—you're some sort of ghost?"
