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eden duncett was invisible at camp half blood. no one could tell you who she was. not that she minded, though.
until she's mentioned in a prophecy, and everyone notices her. that makes her afraid.
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leo valdez x female oc
the lost her...
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Eden thought it would be best to wake Leo when they approached the city. It was a beautiful sight, really. The cramped buildings sat on a cliff overlooking a river, and snow lightly dusted everything in sight. The city was surrounded with tall walls, completing the medieval aesthetic. In the middle of it all was an actual castle, with red brick walls and a green gabled roof.
"We're here." She whispered in the sleeping boy's ear, gently shaking him.
"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, which Leo was used to, but it didn't quite 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. "So you know so much, what's that castle?"
"A hotel, I think."
Leo laughed. "No way."
Of course, Piper 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!"
"Gods are odd, you'll learn that eventually." Eden grumbled.
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.
"I don't like this," Jason said. "They look like storm spirits."
"No," Eden disagreed. "They're too solid."
They looked like regular teenagers except for their icy white hair and feathery purple wings. Their bronze swords were jagged, like icicles. Their faces looked similar enough that they might've been brothers, but they definitely weren't twins.One was the size of an ox, with a bright red hockey jersey, baggy sweatpants, and black leather cleats. The guy clearly had been in too many fights, because both his eyes were black, and when he bared his teeth, several of them were missing. The other guy looked like he'd just stepped off one of one of Eden's 80's phase album covers- Journey, maybe, or Hall & Oates. His ice-white hair was long and feathered into a mullet. He wore pointy-toed leather shoes, designer pants that were way too tight, and a god-awful silk shirt with the top three buttons open. Maybe he thought he looked like a groovy love god, but the guy couldn't have weighed more than ninety pounds, and he had a bad case of acne. The angels pulled up in front of the dragon and hovered there, swords at the ready.
