Lea sat atop Half-Blood Hill right next to Peleus.
The last time she'd seen the dragon he'd been six feet long. A baby really. Curling under Thalia's old tree stretched out in the sun. He was like a puppy. Now he was at least twice that, and as thick around as the tree itself.
Above his head, on the lowest branch of the pine tree, the Golden Fleece shimmered, its magic protecting the camp's borders from invasion. The dragon seemed relaxed, like everything was okay.
Lea wished she could relate, but... she lost control again. Brooklyn was plagued with a storm so bad that an answering storm had to be sent over the entire state to try to fix it. It made Lea feel bad and she knew that Hermes had gotten them all out before anything worse could happen.
(While also playing up the idea that someone tried to kidnap them. Sheesh, Percy and Annabeth just have the worst luck yet. The police questioned both their parents and now they were under the impression that they had been kidnapped by members from the leftover trafficking ring that they "escaped" from. Lea, Drew, and Ethan were just additions because of their close proximity to the two, especially Lea because she too had "escaped". Aliens' above, that felt like so long ago.)
Hermes had come for her though before she could do real damage to the mortal world. Before she actually sank Brooklyn under the sea. They were getting closer to the Great Prophecy. Lea and Percy were getting closer to being sixteen. They were becoming more powerful and if they wanted to survive the prophecy, then their powers would expand with them.
It certainly didn't help that they were children of the Olympioi Majors, of the first six Olympioi, of the Sons of Kronos, and the inheritors of the Earth.
(Of Poseidon who plays a unique position as the eldest of the Kronos' sons for he is the elder brother of Zeus but also the elder brother of Haides as the latter was gorged up afterwards.)
He had also brought her more books of all things to help her relearn control, promising to show her more meditation techniques that had been lost to time so that she could feel her power and bring it under control. It's what she should be doing, but she couldn't find the energy. Her mind was plagued with what ifs.
She ripped off the roof.
What if she lost control and hurt those people... or worse, her friends?
(Lea missed the days before she learned of all this. The days where if the school roof went flying into the atmosphere, then the only thing she had to worry about was if school was going to be cancelled. Where if a powerful storm happened then it was just the way of life and not because of a teenager drunk on power. Lea missed being as normal as she could be. Well, what she saw as normal anyhow.)
Below them, Camp Half-Blood looked peaceful—green fields, forest, shiny white Greek buildings. The four-story farmhouse we called the Big House sat proudly in the midst of the strawberry fields. To the north, past the beach, the Long Island Sound glittered in the sunlight.
Nothing like the raging storms that were currently affecting the rest of the state.
Still...something felt wrong. There was tension in the air, as if the hill itself were holding its breath, waiting for something bad to happen.
Lea wondered if it was a bad omen in reference to herself.
She had been sitting on the Hill since they arrived. Hermes had sat there, waving the others forward while allowing the magic of the Fleece to rejuvenate her. He held her close, cloaking them in mageia to keep others from bothering them as he helped her gain a miniscule of control. She had no need for the ill-fated spell she had cast during the winter break to know how worried he was about her. Nor did she need it to know how much he had not wanted to leave her side, but alas, he had to help put out the fires in response to her actions.
Footsteps pounded up the Hill, and Lea turned her to see who was coming to bother her.
It was the Stolls.
Her infamous stepchildren at the camp. She still read their book "How to Survive the Monsters and the Gods Above Us " subtitled "So, You're A Demigod Now ".
"Can I help you," she asked dryly when they came to stand before her and did nothing but stare.
"As our favorite stepmother—" the one she thought was Connor started.
"Don't call me that."
"—we come with a favorite to ask as your favorite stepchildren."
"Don't call yourselves that."
The three of them stared at each other.
"What do you want," Lea asked.
"Cabin inspections are coming up and Silena's over it," the one she was sure was Travis said. "She's an absolute neat freak, the worst inspector. She liked things to be pretty. It's too many of us in one cabin to do 'pretty'."
"What's in it for me," Lea mused, a small smirk on her face.
The shorter one that she believed to be Connor, placed a hand on his chest and smiled, "With nothing but a stick of bubble gum and a toothpick, I can get you the The Koh-i-Noor Diamond."
"Diamonds are not this girl's best friend," she snorted. And that was without mentioning it to be cursed and whatnot. "Why don't you get Alabaster or Lou Ellen or any of their siblings to use their mageia?"
"It's not their Mom's cabin." Travis explained. "The protections placed on it sees it as them trying to steal the cabin and what kind of thief would Dad be if he didn't have preventive measures?"
"And you think I can do it?"
"Well... I mean... you're his khaos' mate. The cabin is a symbol of his power and thus connected to him."
"Whatever."
She stood to her feet, letting out a sharp whistle. Salome came bounding out the strawberry fields. The saber-tooth tiger slid over to her side easily. Like Peleus, it had grown in size though that may have had something to do with her mageia that she was feeding it—just like Arkas had moved from the size of a pendant to the size of a mini backpack purse. The tiger gave them an once-over before dismissing them as it cuddled up to her.
She pretended not to notice the way that both of them took a few steps out of her personal space as she followed down to the camp proper.
The Eleventh Cabin had always looked like a regular old summer camp cabin since Lea was first kidnapped and brought there. The threshold was worn down, the brown paint peeling. Over the doorway was Hermes' kērū́keion.
(She still thought that the talking snakes were a bit much, but Martha and George were hilarious.)
Alabaster was leaning against the cabin, smoky and mist-like mageia twirling around his fingers. There was a smirk playing on his face as he looked at her, "So, they managed to convince you to do it?"
"Shut up," she murmured with a smile. Alabaster gave her a wink before snapping his fingers. A plate filled with what she had come to realize were deer meat appeared in front of Salome. The tiger devoured the food before she could even protest.
"Alright, mother dearest," Alabaster teased, stepping to the side.
"I will punch you," Lea huffed, summoning her grimoire to her hand, flipping through the pages quickly. She hummed, moving closer to the building.
In the distance, a conch horn sounded.
Lea could see the Demeter kids were sweeping out theirs and making fresh flowers grow in their window boxes. Just by snapping their fingers they could make honeysuckle vines bloom over their doorway and daisies cover their roof. From inside the cabin, Lea could hear the campers scrambling around, probably stashing dirty laundry under their beds and apparently accusing each other of taking stuff. Over at the Aphrodite cabin, Silena Beauregard was just coming out, checking items off the inspection scroll. Lea smirked. The Eleventh Cabin should be happy that she usually save them for last.
"Alright," Lea murmured. "Let's see." She pressed a hand to the Cabin immediately she could feel a connection to it and through it, to Hermes. Her mark warmed just a bit, but not like it did when he appeared around her. She thought of her mageia and hesitated just a bit. She didn't have control. She didn't want to mess up.
"Hey, Lea," Alabaster called out. She looked at him to see the worried gaze that he gave her. "You can do this. He's your blessing and this is a part of him. It'll work."
"Are you sure," Lea asked. She didn't like how nervous she was feeling. Alabaster gave her nod as Salome walked over to nudge her with her nose. Lea bit her lip before turning back to the cabin. She called up her mageia and it surged forward. Lea gave a sharp breath. She could... she could feel how strong and unrestrained it was. She could feel how it wanted to be free. She could almost imagine coating the world in her mageia and bringing it to her knees. In a way, she could understand how the people back in the Bronze Age and before could believe in gods. She could shape the world to her will. What mortal could stand before her?
She moved to snatch away before her mark blazed in warmth. She couldn't see him, but she could sense him. A phantom hand laid on her shoulder. "You can do this, käraste. I trust you."
Lea inhaled sharply. Maybe it was because she didn't trust herself, but out of all the things he ever said to her, that was probably the sweetest.
"I call upon the ancient powers," she murmured. The hand squeezed her shoulder. A ring of green surrounded her pupils. Her mageia sank into the wood easily. "To mask this cabin now and in future hours."
In a flare of green, the outside of the cabin shimmered from wood to stone. Engraved into every stone were images that came from his myths alongside the names of every child that he had currently residing in the cabin.
(She raised a brow when he made a strangled kind of noise before there was a bunch of gasps and screams of excitement from within the cabin.)
The door was crafted with resin filled with crocus and strawberry flowers, chiseled until his kērū́keion was engraved within it. The alexandrite stones were placed in a way to make the eyes of snakes and were also a play on doorknobs.
"I knew you could do it, nae sarang," Hermes murmured into her ear. His hand tilted her head to see the wide eyed looks that the Stolls were giving the cabin alongside the ones rushing out of the cabin door and the campers that had been drawn by the flash of mageia. Ethan, Alabaster, and Lou Ellen were all giving her proud smiles and it took perhaps more effort than she would like to admit to make her cheeks stop flaming red. She ducked into the cabin while everyone was consistently gaping and the various sounds of shocks at each camper finding their name and birthdate on the stones.
Hermes shimmered into existence in front of her. He was dressed in battle armor alongside a golden winged band around his hand that his curls were stylishly hiding from view. He wasn't holding his kērū́keion, but she knew that it couldn't be too far away.
"I was sparring with Aphrodítē," he explained. She hummed, looking around the cabin and grimacing lightly at the sight of piles of laundry and empty snack wraps. Sleeping bags were spread all over on the floor. It looked like a gym where the Red Cross had set up an evacuation center. She remembered that this was the cabin that the unclaimed were placed in. It was close and cramped and she really found it unfair how they were judged for their cabin when there were way too many people in the cabin for it to have a good upkeep.
She walked over to him to grab his hand as she called upon her mageia once more. He squeezed her hand as she took a deep breath. "Room and board, cabin of Hermes. Extend for these lost travelers. Expand yourself as a carrier. Three floors up and three floors down. Make room for everyone and clear off the ground."
Another flare of green and she felt the cabin rumble. There were sounds of shock and alarm from outside the cabin. Above her, the ceiling raised further. Floating stairs wrapped around the walls of the cabin connecting all seven floors together. Nearly every floor held a sheepskin rug in reference to him being the lord of the herds. There were little areas that looked like market booths to hold what was probably all the stolen stuff that they had. The four odd numbered floors were clearly set to hold the unclaimed and the children whose parents didn't have cabins. Trunks sat in front of each bed which Hermes himself moved to make theft proof.
The god did a slow turn as he took in the new way that the cabin looked before giving her a bright smile. "I suppose you'll one day be decorating our future home?"
Lea spluttered, turning on her feet to leave the cabin. Salome bounded to her side as everyone watched her exit. Lea cast her gaze over them before making her way over to her own cabin. She could see that at least some people weren't nosey. Some of the satyrs were still playing their pipes in the strawberry fields, making the plants grow with woodland magic. Campers were having flying horseback lessons, swooping over the woods on their pegasi. Smoke rose from the forges, and hammers rang as kids made their own weapons for Arts & Crafts.
She sped up when she heard the exclaims of wonder from behind her. No doubt in response to the campers as they saw the redecorated cabin. Her mark flared once more. She turned to the side to see Hermes standing at her side. With the way that no one was reacting, she could only assume that he was invisible to the others.
The Poseidon cabin was at the end of the row of "male god" cabins on the right side of the green. It was made of gray shell-encrusted sea rock, long and low like a bunker, but it had windows that faced the sea and it always had a good breeze blowing through it. She stepped inside, breathing in the ever-present scent of the salty sea, like the wind on the shore at Montauk. The interior walls glowed like abalone. There were three empty bunk beds with silk sheets turned down hidden in the shadows of the queen size beds. Beside Lea's bed was a cat post that Hermes had gotten made for Salome; one for camp, for her Mother's apartment, and her dorm room. There were two luxury closets that stood against the walls with frosted glass and paintings of the seafloor and her Father's palace though she wasn't one hundred percent sure about that last one. They were framed photographs of her and Percy littering the wall alongside a few that include their Mother and their half-brother, Tyson, and a bunch that include their friends.
Speaking of Tyson, he was sweeping the floor as Salome bounded over to her cat tower.
Her mark cooled down so she assumed that Hermes left after she felt a phantom press of lips against her cheek.
"Lea!" he bellowed before wrapping her in a tight hug. "You are okay! Not eaten by monsters!"
Lea gasped in pain. "Put me down, dammit! Hey Tyson! Down please!"
He put her down, grinning like crazy, his single calf-brown eye full of excitement. His teeth were as yellow and crooked as ever, and his hair was a rat's nest. He wore ragged XXXL jeans and a tattered flannel shirt under his flowered apron, but he was still a sight for sore eyes. Very sore eyes. Drew would probably faint if she saw him.
Percy snorted from where he was leaning against his desk whereas Salome bristled and growled, flicking her tail with her eyes pinned on Tyson.
"Stop that," Lea scolded with furrowed brows. "That's a lot of growling for someone that doesn't have a house key."
Salome settled down a narrow-eyed glare at Tyson before flicking her extended claws pointedly.
"He's my brother," she said. And she know she didn't imagine the Bitch, please look on Salome's face as she looked between Lea, Percy, and Tyson. Lea rolled her eyes turning back to her siblings. She hadn't seen him since he disappeared on that quest for the Fleece. Percy had told her that he was working for their Father now in the forges and she guessed that monsters had other rules because personally to Lea, that sounded like child labor. But you know, different cultural practices and whatnot. "I'm fine, Tyson. Very much alive and very much not monster food."
"Yay!" Tyson clapped happily. "Now we can eat peanut butter sandwiches and ride fish ponies!"
"Fish ponies?"
"Hippocampi. The protengoi of seahorses before evolution took over."
"Ahh. Okay," Lea shrugged, turning back to their younger brother before noticing the way the dorm looked clean. The floor was swept. The bunk beds were made. The saltwater fountain in the corner had been freshly scrubbed so the coral gleamed. On the windowsills, Tyson had set out water-filled vases with sea anemones and strange glowing plants from the bottom of the ocean, more beautiful than any flower bouquets the Demeter kids could whip up. And it had to be Tyson that brought the flowers unless Percy went to the bottom of the ocean in the short amount of time that they had been at camp and back again. "Huh."
"Better than what we would have done," she told Percy who laughed with a nod. "You did this, Tyson?"
He beamed as he nodded. "See the fish ponies? I put them on the ceiling!"
A herd of miniature bronze sea horses except they didn't look like any seahorse that Lea knew so she supposed this was what hippocampi looked like hung on wires from the ceiling, so it looked like they were swimming through the air. Percy's bed had his old shield hanging on the wall beside it and next to Lea's own bed was an amalgamation of what looked to be a devil's pitchfork or oh, it was a trident and it looked like little baby sea serpents. Lea made a mental note to be careful around those things. She knew that every snake that was in the sea was highkey poisonous.
Somebody behind her said, "Oh, my."
They all turned to look. Silena Beauregard was standing in the doorway with her inspection scroll. She stepped into the cabin, did a quick twirl, then raised her eyebrows at Percy. "Well, I had my doubts. But you clean up nicely, Percy. I'll remember that."
She winked at him and left the room.
Lea snorted as her Brother flushed a bit in embarrassment.
Lea spent the afternoon catching up and just hanging out, which was nice after a morning of getting attacked by demon cheerleaders. Then her brothers went down to the forge. Lea scoffed. She was not going anywhere near there. As she went off to find her friends, she overheard Tyson telling Percy and Beckendorf how tense things were under the sea. The old gods of the sea, who'd ruled during Titan times, were starting to make war on their Father. When Tyson had left, battles had been raging all over the Atlantic.
It made Lea feel a bit uneasy. And she knew a feeling that was shared with Percy. They should be helping him even if Lea wasn't too interested in helping an alien or the man that had abandoned them, but Tyson assured them that their Father wanted all three of them at camp.
"Lots of bad people above the sea, too," Tyson said. "We can make them go boom."
Lea smiled. That did soothe the little pyromaniac within her. After almost blowing up Trent, she found that she liked making things explode. Trent was number one on her list with Luke at a close second.
Lea found her friends hanging around the pegasi stables.
The pure white pegasus that she met the first time she came to the stables was resting its head in Drew's lap. The girl told her how the pegasi had helped her escape camp. Lea was pretty sure that the animal had mentally adopted her and Drew as its humans and not the other way around. Drew already had a plate of mangoes sitting at her side while Ethan and Alabaster fed the other animals celery and apples. It took a bit of work to place a mental block around her mind to keep from hearing the animals' thoughts. They were all cheering loudly and Lea wasn't not in the mood to deal with a headache from it.
Lea plopped down beside Drew, summoning a brush to her hand to brush at the pegasus' coat. "What are we talking about?"
"Alabaster's khaos-mate?"
Lea blinked, turning to look at the eldest of their little group. "You've met your soulmate?" It had been two years, but she was also sure that Lou Ellen had once said that Hekate made a deal with the various gods of love to keep them from meeting their matches until they were twenty-one unless they were about to die or something. She wanted them to enjoy being kids instead of magically married in their teenage years.
Alabaster pouted. "Mother sold me out! She needed something for a spell and well... I have a polybond. One of my blessings is a deity."
Ethan snorted. "Well, at least we can be relieved that you'd be there to take care of Lea after we're gone."
"Gone?" Lea asked with furrowed brows.
"Dead," Ethan said.
She shifted uncomfortably. So maybe she didn't allow herself to think about what it meant to be mated to a god all that much. She definitely didn't think about the consequences of that and having very mortal friends with very mortal life spans. She honestly still didn't want to think about it and thankfully, Drew knew her well enough to speak for them both.
"Subject change!" the younger girl stated. "Lea's birthday is in two months. What are our plans?"
The boys hummed. "We still haven't climbed the top of Mount Everest."
Drew's eyes lit up. "I just bought the cutest mountain boots."
"That's how you get sick switching between the temperatures like that." Lea scoffed. "We should save that for Drew's birthday though."
"We can go to St. Peter's Basilica and scare the pope again," Alabaster mused.
Drew shook her head. "No, we said we were doing that one on Halloween. We were doing costumes and everything."
"What about the fountain of youth?" Ethan asked, looking at each of them.
Lea scrunched her nose. "No, thanks. Most fountains are sacred to the goddess. You know the fountain at Kanathos is where Queen Hera regains her virginity every year. Kind of scared to figure out what any other fountains may do."
"Themiscyra," Drew asked.
The other three scoffed. "No way are we letting you meet some amazons." If they were anything like Wonder Woman, then no way were they going to let anyone that could make her even more terrifying.
"Well what about Kvenland?" Alabaster asked, summoning his own grimoire and flipping through the pages.
"What's that?"
"Kvenland is an ancient name for an area in Fennoscandia and Scandinavia. Oh, wait nevermind. Let's not go there. Ancient scholars have made references to Kvenland as an area dominated by women," he explained. "Some suggested that there may have been misinterpretations of terminology. Whatever the etymological origin of the element kven, it effortlessly translates to "woman" in Old Norse. It's basically another name for Themiscyra since they lived in the far north of Greece."
"I think we should go," Drew sniffed.
"No," the other three said.
"We can try to find Avalon," Alabaster said.
"From King Arthur and Merlin and everything," Ethan asked. Alabaster nodded his head. "I kind of want to see if I could pull out Excalibur."
"Arthur's half-sister, Morgan, is also one of the nine in Avalon. They rule Avalon and are said to be fairies or fae-like enchantresses."
"Sounds like nymphs," Lea mused.
"What about Hyperborea," Drew asked. "They're the favorites of Apollo and live in eternal spring. It's usually where he spent his winters. You know there's a chance that Kvenland could be them too."
Lea leaned back on her hands. "Next thing you'll know. We should look for the rainbow bridge and visit the nine realms."
The four of them paused and let that sink in.
"No way," Drew smiled.
"I mean..." Alabaster shrugged.
"But I thought," Ethan furrowed his brow.
"We should," Lea said.
Drew sighed. "Well, it looks like for your birthday that we're going to look for the nine realms even if we all know that the Olympians are the only gods to exist."
Before dinner, Lea had escaped back to the cabin when she felt a twinge on her dorm room wards.
Lea knew that she shouldn't, but she still found herself pulling on the mageia and teleporting right into the room. From the window, Lea could see the destruction of the main campus alongside all the police tape that surrounded it. Considering how much tuition was, it should hopefully be fixed enough when school started back.
"You have a lot of nerve to show your face around me," Lea said once she saw just who was standing in their dorm. Her ring started to glow a bit and she wished that she had brought Salome with her, but the tiger was hanging around the kids of Dionysos.
With her feet propped up on Lea's desk, Medea turned to look at Lea while holding onto the scrap book that Drew had been making. "It's good to see you too, Lee."
"The name's Leaneira."
A flash of pain crossed Medea's features as she sat up straight. "I thought we were friends, Leaneira."
"I did too," Lea shrugged. "And then your brother dropped the sky on me, bound my powers, threatened to brainwash me, and threatened to kill my brother."
"Yeah, my brother," she said, with a pinched frown. "Not me."
"Birds of a feather flock together."
"Then you're no better than me." With a mocking smile, she stood to her feet. "Or did you forget, bestie?"
"What do you want, Medea?"
The smile dropped from her face. "I need your help."
Lea raised a brow. Was she serious?
"My family... they're... they're looking for Trent," Medea admitted. "We're a long lived coven. The ones that managed to survive the witch trials in Salem and further back to the medieval era." She set Lea's grimoire down and moved over to the window, not even turning when Lea summoned her spell book to her hand. "He brought shame onto the family and acquired the wrath of the gods and so... They're out to kill him."
"Good riddance," Lea sneered as she moved closer. Her fists were balled into fists and Lea came to the abrupt realization that it had been awhile since she punched someone's lights out.
Medea turned to her then. There were tears in her eyes. "Lea, please. I get that you hate him. You have every right to, but please. I don't want my brother to die."
"And I didn't want to bench press the sky."
"You'd never have to see us again," Medea pleaded. Absently, Lea could still hear the fire alarms going off from the main campus. "I'll strip his powers and we'll be out of your hair forever."
"You'd never have to see us again," Medea pleaded. Absently, Lea could still hear the fire alarms going off from the main campus. "I'll strip his powers and we'll be out of your hair forever."
"Out of my hair," Lea scoffed. "Look at me! I look like I have poliosis because of him! Just because you disappear doesn't mean the trauma from his actions will!"
"Please, Lea. Please. I'll do whatever you ask. I'll get you his spell and potion books. Just please. Don't make me watch them kill my brother."
Lea stared at her in silence. The goddamn audacity.
She raised her hand, the ring on her finger already going with mageia. This time Lea didn't hesitate. She pointed it at her and took aim. "Whisper, mumble, scream, and shout. Let the honest truth come out." Medea stumbled back as the mageia hit her straight on. "Tell me, Medea, did you know about Trent? Did you know that he was a traitor?"
"No," she cried, tears pouring down her face. "No. I was just as surprised as you. We all were. We didn't know. I didn't know."
Lea turned her head, waving her hand and calling for circle of crystals. "Hic ante circulum appareatis prudentiae, Trent. In pulchra figura humana, et tortua sitate aliqua."
"Well, look at that. He can't be found," Lea sneered, moving to teleport back to camp. "How sad."
"You didn't even try," Medea protested, reaching out to snag her arm. "Did our friendship mean nothing to you? Even if you hate him, please, help me."
There were tears streaming down her face.
Lea stared at her before calling up her mageia. "I hope he's not dead when you find him."
Her cabin came into existence around her and she stumbled back into her desk. Her shoulders drooped and Lea... Lea just wanted to cry. When did things get so complicated? When did she start caring so much about things? Lea didn't want any of these weird feelings. She wanted to be numb again. She wanted Trent to not have betrayed her. She wanted a life without all the gods and mageia and monsters. She wanted her life back. She pressed her hands to her face before taking a deep breath. She refused to waste tears on Trent or the aliens.
Lea moved to head to the dining pavilion before her eyes landed on the cauldron that sat on her desk. She bit her lip before moving over to it.
Lea summoned a bit of dirt, a bottle of water, and a thing of matches. She reached under her bed for the box of things that she didn't have the heart to get rid of. Sitting innocently on the top was a bracelet that Trent had gotten her literally the day after she had allowed him to start calling her by a nickname and started seeing him as a friend. He had stopped her in the middle of the hallway to wrap around her wrist and she had to deal with people accusing them of dating on top of dealing with her stalker-mate. Twelve had not been a good age for her. But the bracelet had been the first real gift she had gotten from someone that wasn't her Mom or Percy or Smelly Gabe that one year he had money to blow so he decided to show off instead of gamble.
She loved it. She still did.
It was a 14K gold Miami Cuban link chain bracelet with a stunning Peridot pendant in the center. With her mageia, she could sense a bit of protective spells woven into it. Good health, prosperity, and other positive emotions that would have made twelve-year old Lea gag if she had known about them.
She dropped it into the cauldron, covering it in dirt.
"Earth," she murmured.
Then she poured water into the cauldron.
"Water."
She struck a match, gazing at the fire intently. Leo was a fire sign.
"Fire."
She dropped the match into the cauldron before blowing into the bowl.
"Air."
(Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony.)
"Aid me in this task I dare," she murmured, eyes flashing green. "Where Trent wanders, let me see. As I will, so mote it be."
Absolutely nothing happened.
(Though everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked.)
She cursed before disposing of the contents and storming out the cabin. Fuck him. She didn't care about him anyway.
WORD COUNT: 5344
WORDS TO KNOW:
1) Käraste - swedish term of endearment that literally means "dearest"
2) nae sarang - korean term of endearment that means my love
Translation:
Hic ante circulum appareatis prudentiae, Trent. In pulchra figura humana, et tortua sitate aliqua. - Here before the circle of prudence appear, Trent. In a beautiful human shape, and in some crooked position.
COMMENTS FROM THE AUTHOR:
1) In the Odyssey, Ζεύς says: "Earth-shaker, you with your massive power, why moaning so? The gods don't disrespect you. What a stir there'd be if they flung abuse at the oldest, noblest of them all. If any man, so lost in his strength and prowess, pays you no respect – just pay him back. The power is always yours. Do what you like. Whatever warms your heart."
2) The spell that Lea uses to expand the Hermes' cabin would be her 40th spell she ever created, but its technically the second since most spells I use come from charmed or sabrina.
3) I gotta reinterate. In this verse, the Olympians are the only gods to exist. There are no Aesir, no Dii Consentes, no Ennead, no Abarahmic god, no Tiān/ Shàngdì, no Devas / Devis. But there will be some surprises in regards to the Norse gods.