Chapter 8:

A Little Bit of Turbulence

Thalia paled. "Did you just say 'airport'?"

Chiron nodded.

"So it could be that far east? I thought Europe was off-limits" Thalia said.

"Normally it is. Ghosts of the great wars linger in places. The Greeks fought in Europe during world war two, while the Roman camps fought in the pacific."

The next morning

The camp half-blood van was parked outside the airport. Thalia was shivering. Outside the ground was being coverd by a fresh layer of snow, the first of the season.

It was the first big winter storm of the year and stretched all the way from Boston to Chicago.

"Come on Thalia," Heather said. "It'll be warmer once we're inside."

Thalia stopped shivering, and hesitantly looked up to Heather. "Okay, I'm ready to go."

Inside, Thalia manipulated the mist getting two airplane tickets. All of the planes were grounded except for one headed to someplace in Germany.

"It's a sign," Thalia said. "The only plane available, and we're on a quest, so that's the one we take."

"I know that place," Heather said. "I grew up at the U.S base in Germany for a few years before my parents moved back to the states. It wasn't too far away."

"Well, now I know who to give the map to when we get there." Thalia chuckled, slidding into the seat. "I'm going to get some sleep, wake me when we when get there."

Thalia reclined her seat and put an eye rest. Within a few minutes, she was fast asleep.

The plane was in the air and Thalia was dozing away deep inside the comfort of the first-class airline seat. The curve of Thalia was so... artistic. It wasn't perfect, but it fit Thalia perfectly. She didn't want to think about it, especially if Thalia found out about her crush.

So insteadHeather glanced outside. Dark clouds like steel anvil followed them. Tiny trails of lightning could be seen, even though the clouds had to be nearly ten miles away.

Then the pilot's voice buzzed through the intercom.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. A thunderstorm seems to be approaching us and we might experience a little turbulence."

Heather looked over to Thalia, snoring away. She argued a bit with herself over whether to wake her before finally shaking her awake.

"What," Thalia said, annoyed.

"The pilot said everyone should put on their seatbelts. There's a big thunderstorm coming and there might be some turbulence."

At the word turbulence, Thalia paled.

Outside, the thunderstorm was much closer. Thalia placed her hand against the glass, reaching out, trying to get ahold of the storm in her mind and cause it to dissipate.

Her hand crackled with static electricity. Lights flickered on and off throughout the airplane.

"Oh no." Thalia said.

"What happened?" Heather asked

"The thunderstorm, it's not normal. Normally I can sense all sorts of electrical stuff, but that storm's different."

The lights went out above them.

"And I think I might have accidently done something to the plane."

The plane plummeted and the plane was filled with screams, the loudest was Thalia's.

"Heather, help!" Thalia pleaded. Her hand sparked with static electricity.

Heather looked around, across the aisle a man, who looked kinda like Chris Hemsworth was looking at them. Heather wondered what he was seeing through the Mist.

"How?"

"I need a shock." Thalia chuckled. Oxygen masks popped out of the ceiling. "My power's acting weird and I need to be distracted so they shut down."

Heather looked around again, for anything. Nothing.

She looked back at Thalia. "Well that would be a shock," she thought. Her heart raced.

Without giving any warning, Heather leaned into Thalia, and kissed over full on the lips.

"What do you th...nmmmpph."

Electricity coursed through Heather's body.

"Ladies," a man's voice said from the aisle. It was the man from earlier. "Allow me,"

Lightning struck outside the window, lighting the airplane's interior. Within moments, the plane leveled out and the lights turned back on.

Heather moved back to her seat, and both her and Thalia looked up at the stranger.

"Who are you?" Heather asked.

"Chris Hemsworth?" Thalia added.

The man smiled. "I get that a lot. But I prefer the name THOR."

A/N : sorry for taking so long.

Thor! Gasp! Norse Mythology!