Author's Note: Here's chapter three of Fire and Ice Don't Mix. I hope you like it! I've been trying to update faster and this chapter needed to be written. It's a transition.
This is where the story becomes AU. I just wasn't able to keep writing without Leo and Reyna actually confronting each other.
I'm sorry it has a cliffhanger. I'm a dramatic writer and I felt the need to end the chapter there. I'll update as soon as I can.
If any of you are wondering why I have Reyna spelled as Reina in some parts, it's simply because in Spanish, reina-pronounced the same way as Reyna-means "queen." Since Leo is Mexican and grew up speaking Spanish with his mother, I've always pictured him as thinking of "Reyna" as "Reina."
Please read and review! Constructive, polite criticism is always welcome. It helps me write more efficiently!
Happy Reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus, or any character or place associated with the series. All rights go to Rick Riordan and Disney Hyperion.
Chapter Three
They were catching up.
The seven heroes and their guardian, a satyr named Gleeson Hedge, were trying their very hardest to avoid any confrontation, but something went very wrong.
Something was amiss with the ship. They were able to track it.
After checking and rechecking, he realised something.
The defenses were set incorrectly. He had forgotten to change the settings when going back up into the air from the water.
The Romans were catching up, and, once again, everything was all Leo's fault.
They were close. She could feel it.
Not only could she feel it, but she could see it.
She saw that blonde girl-the daughter of Athena, what a scandal-and that blasted love spawn, the Cherokee, the one that was dating her golden boy.
Well, he wasn't hers anymore, was he?
She almost swooped in and attacked them both on the spot, but she managed to contain herself. All of her actions were planned, and this plan couldn't go awry.
If it did, the one she loved would be as good as dead.
Yes, Reyna could feel that the Argo II was close, that Leo Valdez was just within her grasp.
He fought to the best of his ability.
Flames were everywhere. Almost everything around him was torched—everything but those Romans, of course.
He fought until he couldn't fight anymore. Every ounce of energy, every bit of fire, every hammer, Hades, every breath mint he had went to getting away from those Romans.
He watched, out of breath, as one of the legionnaires was burned, as another got bludgeoned by a hammer, as a surprised centurion looked around at the large amount of breath mints being flung at him.
But every good battle must come to an end, and, unfortunately, Leo Valdez was on the losing side.
He ran out of energy, out of fire, out of hammers, out of mints. All his life had been spent running. Running was the only thing he could depend on, the only constant. Now, he had run out.
So he watched. He watched as the augur came down on him hard. He watched as a gladius was placed at his throat. He watched as that same weapon cut gashes down his arms and legs. He watched as the world around him became hazy. He watched as his friends fell around him, wounded from a fight they could never win. He watched as everything went black.