Wow, I'm getting close to the end. I published this on…what? July 21st, 2012. And now it May 28th, 2013. This is crazy; it's almost been a year!
Disclaimer: I do not own PJO.
This chapter is dedicated to PureFaerie. Happy belated birthday! This is your second present from me!
Travis
"Oh my gods." Connor breathed.
"Where did these swords come from?" Travis whispered in awe.
Connor shook his head in confusion, then gingerly leaned over and picked one up. He clasped it firmly in his hand and looked at Travis. "The balance is perfect. This sword feels like it was made for me."
Travis picked up the other one. It slid neatly in his hand, as though it had been actually manufactured around a hand the same size as his own.
He inspected his sword, and then the bed sheets that they had been wrapped in. Finally, he found what he was looking for.
"Knowing Dad, they probably were made for us." Travis announced. He held up the sheet, where a single footprint made of dirt was stamped, smudged just a little bit.
"Dad got these for us?" Connor sat down on the bed, dumbfounded. "Oh my gods."
"You mean 'thank the gods.' Travis corrected. "Now we have a way to take on Jordan."
"Right. What's the plan, Stan?" Connor gently laid the sword back down on the bed behind him and turned to Travis.
"We'll wait until morning. Try to get enough sleep as possible. After all, we know that Katie won't be…you know…until we're there with her. And we know that Jordan wants to keep everything as hush-hush as possible, so he won't come charging through the wall. Then, we'll go down to breakfast with him. Anyway, we'll confront him about what we saw last night. If he's smart, he'll let them go and stop it all. If not, we'll have to fight." Travis replied.
"Something tells me that Jordan isn't the really intelligent kind." Connor said, slamming his fist into his hand.
Travis didn't reply. Instead, he carefully dropped his sword onto Connor's.
"Hey! What's it doing?" Connor cried.
The swords suddenly began glowing as soon as they made contact with each other. Unexpectedly, they began to shrink. Pretty soon, they were the size of a thumb, and then they attached themselves in a circle, turning into two rings.
"Whoa." Connor muttered.
Travis picked up both of them again, and tapped them together. The rings sprang back into sword form.
"Cool!" Travis grinned. He clinked them together and handed Connor his own. Travis then slipped the ring on his finger and lay back down on the bed. They needed to get any and all of the rest they could in order to do what they needed to tomorrow. Or, well, in the morning. During the daylight. Whatever.
