This one's a biggie! Lots of things happening.
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Vibe: Judge by NEFFEX

Hand stretched out. Crops regained life. Soil grew fertile. And soft brown eyes caught Sciron's. Silas. A confused smile lit up his face.

Sciron and Silas would never be reunited. It was time for Sky to move on.

Athena handed a small book of parchment sheets handbound and heavy.

All the pages were redacted.

Percy waved an arm at the sheets. "Thank you, I've always wanted one of these."

Athena bat an eyelash. "When my father disappeared, some of his belongings appeared in my temple. His cloak, bowtie, a sacred pair of bull horns, and this booklet."

Annabeth picked up the bound sheets and went through them.

Rachel asked, "Was it intentional?"

Athena's armour vanished. She took a seat at the head of her table and eyed the booklet keenly. "I would not think so. The information is inked out. There is nothing else in the booklet that can be gleaned save for the table of contents."

Annabeth immediately skipped to the start of the book, frowning.

Sl. Names

1. Pandora

2. Champions
Ajax D. Furor
Iphigenia Alvida
Cassandra Alvida

3. Beatrice T. Dare*

4. Sally E. Jackson*

5. Champions
Harry J. Potter
Percy D. Jackson
Rachel E. Dare

6. Destin Aûtis
Guard & Guide

*mortal host

"These are his notes?" Annabeth asked.

"On us?" Percy whispered.

Athena nodded. "I presume the god king has his own deductions on your immortality and the primordials. But the crux of this booklet is that he deems Pandora to be just as important as your gifts. She appears first on the table."

Rachel ran her eyes down the list. Destin was here as well, though it wasn't clear why.

Annabeth handed the booklet to Percy and Rachel. "So, why does he think opening the jar is the right move?"

Athena tapped her sharp talons on the table in perfect impression of an owl walking on wood. She gathered her thoughts. "From my consensus, Pandora was never supposed to close the jar in the first place. The plan was to have her unleash all the spirits inside, including hope. The king did not expect her to close the lid."

Rachel frowned. "I thought Elpis is supposed to stay inside the jar. Isn't that the whole deal?"

"Prometheus said that same thing," Percy recalled. "When he met with Thalia, Bianca, and me during the war. He said that if we chose to give up the fight, all we had to do was open the jar."

Athena contemplated that.

"Let me see," she commanded.

Percy grimaced but allowed him into his memories. Annabeth held onto his hand for comfort and Rachel read through the booklet again.

Pandora - Had Zeus been lying to everyone then? Was Prometheus wrong when he spoke about Elpis being released to be a bad thing?
Champions - two sets, one belonging to Gaia and the other to Nyx.
Beatrice and Sally - hosts - mortals but unkillable thanks to primordial hooks.
Destin - The odd one out. He was near the bottom of the list, so was he a lesser threat or just more recent?

"Guard and guide?" Rachel whispered.

Athena and Percy disengaged, leaning back in their chairs respectively. Percy blinked hard and Athena did not speak at first.

"They're the Clay Masters," Annabeth figured. "Prometheus and Epimetheus; isn't that right, Mother?"

Athena exhaled. "I believe so. But the king did not write their names as he did for the rest. Epimetheus has never left the House of Hades since being sentenced there. As far as I know, Prometheus arrived in the mortal realm only once—to deliver the jar."

"Who's to say Prometheus went back down?" Percy asked, rubbing the nape of his neck. "He would be roaming around, helping Pandora get closer to Camp Jupiter."

Athena shook her head. "You are thinking like a mortal. Prometheus is smart. He is vigilant and clever enough to not have anything lead back to him. No. I believe the guard and the guide are representatives of the titans. Both Prometheus and Epimetheus have chosen a guard and a guide to help Pandora reach her goal."

Percy shrugged. "Could be the Rohans."

Annabeth brushed her hair back, frustrated. "Damn! Is that another reason why they moved to Camp Jupiter?"

Rachel tried to recall what they knew about May and Mark Rohan. Their friend Janet had known too much about Pandora. Driven to find her identity, Janet Kassidy jumped into the Lethe and saw glimpses of the future.

With her death, attention turned to May and Mark who had to escape the Locrians.

"It's possible May and Mark are the Clay Masters," Athena hedged. Rachel thought she sounded confident, but the words didn't sound so. "They will be under disguise, concealed from prying eyes. Hephaestus would have sanctioned their transition into Roman life if Lupa accepted them."

"So we won't have to worry about the Senate turning against them or us?" Percy asked.

Athena frowned. "You won't find a unanimous agreement for either case. Some of the members will relent. Some will oppose. I expect the Rohans will have clear exit strategies in case they need to run. They've been hiding for years. Do not underestimate them. They have information about Pandora that no other living soul has. They're dangerous even without the titles of the guard and the guide."

Annabeth and Percy nodded. Rachel glanced around confused. "Is that obvious? The book seems to say that Destin is the guard and the guide."

Athena jerked her chin at the booklet. "True. But the Grace boy mentioned the king saying Clay Masters. As in the plural. I would expect Destin to be a guide if May and Mark are not connected here."

Percy blinked. "He's a god killer. Shouldn't he be a guard?"

Athena bared her teeth at the booklet. Rachel shuddered.

"Cassandra thinks him a Seer. Powerful enough to anticipate attacks and events. Clever enough to stop them. I would call him a guide."

"A Seer guiding Pandora to the jar?" Annabeth whispered. "If Destin's just a guide… what would a guard be like?"

Athena didn't answer. Rachel's mind was filled with terrible scenes of battles, of Destin and an unknown shade laying waste to their enemies while Pandora sauntered without a pause to pick up the jar.

Explosions. The ground shook. The med tent fell. The wall crushed several injured fighters.

Rachel stifled a shriek. Her hands shook as she pushed away from the table.

Percy was alarmed. "Rach, what—"

"The jar should be moved," Rachel gasped. "It shouldn't be at camp. Or anywhere near people!"

Athena raised an eyebrow. "You will not convince the Romans to let it out of their sights."

"But I saw…"

"What did you See?" the goddess ordered.

Rachel widened her eyes and peered straight into her shocking silver orbs.

A golden staff gleaming as it whirled in capable hands, cracking the earth and destroying monsters surrounding the wielder.

Ajax in Camp Jupiter, searching for his child.

Bodies

Harry falling a long way… no… someone catches him.

Terminus's defenses failing.

Rigged

A golden horse eating rusted weapons.

Hermione distracting the Locrians away from Pandora's jar.

Burials

Jason summoning lightning strikes against a giant that towered over New Rome.

Annabeth bandaging Malcolm's broken femur before running back.

Fires

Percy and Sky raising the tides to defend the western coast of the city.

Luna helping rebuild the shield over the landscape… and failing.

Pyres

Destin caught in an explosion.

Wait… he'd been trying to help them.

Rachel stood amid screams and sobs. Smoke rented the air. Fire crackled and charred buildings. They were warned in advance when the attack would happen. They pushed back the invading forces. They managed to win this battle.

But the jar was gone.

The smell of blood, ichor, and dirt was strong. Rachel's eyes didn't waver from Athena.

The goddess was silent.

Annabeth and Percy grabbed each others hands. Rachel didn't look their way.

Finally, Athena said, "Find the Rohans."

They knew an order when they heard one.

Harry noticed the somber energy in Percy and Rachel. He didn't like it.

"Was it that bad?" Harry asked. "Didn't Athena give any answers?"

"Most of what she said was weird, I guess," Percy admitted. "Zeus knows more than anyone else and that's why she's searching for him. It's not good that some of his stuff ended up in her temple."

"Why not?"

"Because it means that Mount Olympus is recognising that he won't be back," Rachel explained.

The trio fell back in silence as they crossed the training grounds of Camp Jupiter. The Romans were mostly legacies with demigods scattered among their population. They seemed to find it unbelievable that the Greek camp had only demigods.

Still, there was an uneasy coalition now. Harry saw a mix of teens in orange and purple tee-shirts sparring against each other. He had been at camp long enough to understand the specific Greek styles. Now he could tell the differences in the way the fighters moved their bodies, responding to attacks.

They saw the closest match. Jason and Sky fight with one sword each. Harry knew Sky had two and Jason had a spear in his set, but they'd restrained themselves to one weapon. They wore perfectly fitting armour and had no shield to give themselves an additional challenge.

Harry stopped in his tracks and stared.

He'd seen the Greeks spar. It was a thing of beauty. The Romans were more conditioned to follow set patterns and as Harry watched, he could slowly untangle Jason's whirling into individual steps. He was devilishly fast, watching Sky's movements and responding with timed coordination.

Sky fought less like a Roman. The moves were there, but his timing was off. Or rather, he charged like that on purpose. It was similar to Percy's style.

(If Percy had a style, that is. Not even Annabeth could predict his moves.)

You could tell Sky knew different kinds of swordsmanship. His grip on the sword was flexible, often switching to the other hand and attacking Jason from suddenly different angles. Jason didn't anticipate it, but was able to block every strike which was amazing in itself. It put him on the defense though and Harry figured Sky might win if it continued that way.

Rachel and Percy were arguing about something and Harry tuned his ears to their conversation while still watching the fight.

"You need to tell Sky everything." Rachel was adamant. "C'mon, Percy. The two of you are supposed to be a team."

"Yeah, yeah," Percy grumbled.

"Why do you hate them?" Harry asked, frowning.

Percy stifled a sigh. "I don't trust him… them… Sky, as much as you do, that's all."

Rachel rolled her eyes, "Is it the Greek and Roman thing? Thalia and Jason get along great! Nico and Hazel are also friendly, and so is Bianca. Did you and Sky fight?"

Percy turned away, frustrated. Harry wondered if he was thinking of Aunt Kimberly.

"Sky tried to save her," Harry said quietly. "And they did save you."

"Plus they jumped off of Olympus for Harry," Rachel coughed.

Percy sulked. "Fine! I'll tell them. And when we find Pandora, I'll never speak to Sciron again."

"That's the spirit!"

Percy stuffed his hands into his pockets and grumbled all the way to New Rome. He wasn't really putting on the image of a wholesome Greek camp representative. But Rachel was bright-eyed and happy while Harry peered all around the grounds with interest. They made up for his surliness. It was quite the tone shift.

"HALT!" a statue roared.

Yes, Harry told himself. The statue was talking.

The stone man was shirtless and armless, his hips attached to a solid block of white stone.

"Um…" Harry said.

"This guy," Percy muttered.

"Lord Terminus!" Rachel chirped. "Hi, there!"

(Harry heard the forced sunny quality in her voice.)

"None of you are Romans," Terminus complained. "And all of you carry weapons! Julia!"

Percy's favourite Roman (shh, don't tell anyone) hopped out from behind the marble pedestal. The six-year-old peeked up at them and grinned. "Good morning to our bright city of New Rome!"

She spoke carefully, enunciating in the right place. Her pigtails bounced with every word. Her dark green eyes shone bright in the cool sunlight.

"Hi, Julia!" Rachel grinned. "This is my brother, Harry. He's new here."

"Hello, Julia," Harry said, smiling. She was adorable. Something about her reminded him of Percy.

"Hello, Mister Harry," Julia said dutifully. "May I please have your weapons?"

She brought out a large tray and held it up. Harry placed his dagger on it but hesitated with his wand.

"I don't consider this a weapon," he told Terminus.

"I do," the god growled.

"I'm a wizard! You wouldn't deprive a wizard of his wand, would you?"

"Yes, I would."

"But—"

"You dare to compromise the safety of New Rome?!" Terminus roared.

"Whoa, hold on—"

"How about I show you my weapons?! Yeah, you feel that! That's my famous right hook!"

Harry stood perplexed. "Huh?"

Percy groaned, "Look, my man."

"I am no man!"

"My lord," Percy said, with the same grace as having a tooth punched out of him. "If I vouch for Harry, will you let him in?"

"The vote of a Graecus," Terminus laughed. "Sure, why not!"

"I'm immortal," Percy pointed out mildly.

"So am I!"

Rachel took the heavy tray from Julia's hands. They might have stood there all day with the god yelling at them if Dakota and Octavian hadn't walked over.

With them was an older gentleman wearing a shirt tucked into his slacks. He held onto Octavian's shoulder as he slowly hobbled over with a walking stick.

Julia began cartwheeling around them. The old man chuckled.

"My gracious lord," he spoke, his aged voice clattering along with his legs. Octavian was bored.

"Ah! Senator Smythe!" Terminus boomed. "See to it that this Greek ally is kicked out!"

"It has been years since I was senator, my lord," Smythe spoke, his voice rattling with age. "But I must say, what about the integration plans? Lady Juno was adamant we join forces. And I for one would love to see a wizard in the ranks."

"But he dares to bring weapons into the city!"

Old man Smythe observed Harry closely.

"Carpenter?"

Harry blinked. "I beg your pardon?"

Smythe frowned. "Painter?"

"I… don't paint."

"I do," Rachel said.

"I paint too!" Julia chirped from the sidelines. She was trying to jump and reach the tray that Rachel now held above her head. Her pigtails bounced along adorably.

Smythe stroked his chin. "Perhaps, Sculptor?"

Octavian rolled his eyes. "It's Potter, Grandpa. This is Harry Potter."

"I see," Smythe extended a hand and Harry shook it. Unlike his grandson, Smythe was warm and courteous. "Welcome to our city, Wizard Potter. I am afraid that Lord Terminus is right when he states all weapons must stay outside the Pomerian Line. Even your wand. But rest assured, it will be looked after by our security expert."

Said security expert was trying to climb Rachel's limbs like a jungle gym.

Harry finally relented. He placed his wand on the tray. Percy dropped his dagger and sword as well and Rachel left her dagger behind. Julia carefully took the tray and tucked it in a small nook behind the pedestal.

"All safe!" she declared.

"Thank you, Julia," Percy said seriously, saluting. She saluted and giggled, running amok in the grass.

They stepped across the Pomerian Line and walked up the Senate building.

"Is she a goddess?" Harry asked, lightly confused.

"Regular demigod," Dakota said, smiling. "Her mortal parent runs the local diner, just around the block. Lord Terminus babysits her during the day after school."

"And he's Julia's dad?"

"Oh no," Dakota said. "I'm not sure actually. It can be rude to ask, so we don't."

"She isn't claimed?" Percy asked sharply.

"No," Octavian answered. "But we're sure she's a minor god's kid."

Percy wasn't thrilled. But it was his grandfather Smythe who said, "Let's be polite, Octavian. Here, you can fill out the registry form for Mr. Potter."

They climbed the stairs up to the large building and took a left into a small office. Stacks of papers were spread out over the table and shelves. Dakota grabbed an empty form and a pen.

"Alrighty! Full name please?"

"Harry James Potter."

Octavian's face was pinched. This guy was really getting on Percy's nerves.

"Full name," Octavian repeated.

"That is my full name."

"We need the one on your birth certificate."

Percy and Rachel shared a glance. How did Octavian know his real name?

Harry was not amused. "I've gone by 'Harry' all these years. The certificate also says I weigh two kgs. Some details change over time."

Dakota, whose eyes had been darting between Octavian and Harry, said, "Really, just two? Were you premature? Do you have any health concerns?"

"... no?"

"Two is really small, that's what I'm saying."

"Two kilograms, Dakota," Rachel said. "Not two pounds."

"It's still small for a newborn," Dakota insisted.

Harry shrugged. "I'm completely healthy."

Smythe seemed to have run out of patience. "Perhaps you could write the details before I keel over, Centurion?"

"Right!" Dakota blushed. "Um… can you spell your name?"

"How about I fill the form?" Harry said, exasperated.

The form took long enough for Sky and Jason to be done with their training and head for the Senate building to greet the visitors.

And Percy was sent to talk to Sky.

Neither of them were happy.

"You think there's something else happening there," Harry wondered. He and Rachel stood outside the small senate library, peering in to watch the two demigods have a stilted conversation.

"They could be jealous," Rachel suggested.

"Jealous?" Harry repeated. "Of who?"

"Of each other," she said, not sure why Harry seemed confused over this.

"What the bloody hell for?!" Harry laughed.

Rachel shrugged. She was sure Harry wouldn't appreciate the truth despite his curiosity. But Percy didn't like that Harry had taken to Sky so easily. And Sky was disgruntled that Percy and Harry had a good relationship.

"Probably because of the past," she said. "Sciron killed a lot of sailors in his hey-day. Also drowned his own village."

Harry's smile disappeared. "That was millennia ago. This isn't the same person. It's practically a new life for him."

"But it's not though," Rachel reminded him. "Sky didn't die in the Lethe. If he had, I'd agree with you."

"He lost all his memories and got turned into a two-month-old," Harry pointed out. "That's as good as reincarnation."

"Doesn't fulfill the technicality," Rachel said, shaking her head. "I'm not saying it to hate him. It's the truth. Let's just be glad that he and Percy made it out of the Mnemosyne with no forgotten memories."

"That'd be the cherry on a perfect underground quest," Harry murmured.

"Underground quest?"

Octavian approached them with Dakota and ex-Senator Smythe. They were back from depositing Harry's form and talk to the Praetors. Jason and Reyna were behind them.

"Would this be the non-sanctioned quest Grace and the other Big Three kids went on?" Octavian prodded, annoyed.

Harry and Rachel hesitated. Behind Octavian, Jason very slightly shook his head, strikingly blue eyes wide.

"I'm talking about our trials!" Rachel blurted, "Like, a quest Harry and I embarked on years ago. I barely remember it. Don't ask any details."

"You're not even demigods," Octavian grumbled. "What quest was this?"

"What did I just say, dude?" she sighed.

"It was the underwater cave, remember," Harry said. Rachel side-eyed him.

"Rach and I were stuck there for months," Harry said, exhaling in pain at this apparent memory. "It was cramped too."

"Right…" Rachel said slowly. "Right! No sunlight or food for a long time!"

"Oh, my gods," Dakota gasped. "How did you survive?"

"We were sustained by nature all around us," Harry said solemly. "We derived warmth and nutrients from the water."

"We had to fight our way out though," Rachel whispered as though she were retelling a wellworn horror story during campfire night. "I got out first."

"I probably kicked you out."

"Ten whole minutes, Potter!"

"It was nine minutes and 27 seconds."

"I'm rounding up."

"Follow maths rules and round it down. Nine minutes!"

"It was a whole nine minutes and 27 seconds that I got out and you were still stuck!"

"You were crying the whole time!" Harry huffed.

"So were you!" Rachel said, outraged.

Octavian and the others watched, confounded.

"Whoa," Dakota mumbled. "That's a hell of a quest."

Grandpa Smythe just gave him a fond look. "At least this explains the two kilogram weight. Average would be 2.5, I'd say."

Octavian blinked in realisation.

Rachel forgot why they'd brought up this distraction in the first place. She folded her arms. "I'm still older."

Harry was ready to argue all day but he blinked like a light bulb went off in his head.

"You're not," he said smugly.

Rachel shot him a disgusted look. "I'm not even gonna grace that with a response."

"Third year. Three hours," was all Harry said with an infuriating smirk directed her way.

Rachel shot daggers at him. As in his third school year? What happened in Harry's third year that… that…

NO!

Percy had jolted Sky from daydreaming about Silas from millennia ago. Which was a good thing since it would only lead to his swift demise if anyone knew that Sky was beginning to remember about his past life.

"Nononono!" Rachel's shrieking disoriented Sky and Percy for a minute.

They watched from their nook in the library as Rachel clapped her hands over her face and wailed while Harry cackled at her.

"At least they're bonding," Percy muttered.

A small crowd watched the twins. Octavian, Dakota, Grandpa Smythe, Jason, and Reyna were observing the interaction, fascinated by the reactions.

"Are they…" Sky said slowly, "okay?"

"Eh," Percy said. "They'll be back to normal by dinner time."

Sky watched Harry's delight as he laughed at his sister's griping. He was easy on the eyes and Sky could stare at him all day.

But preferably not with Percy in the same room.

"Right," Sky said, focusing hard on the papers in front of them. "Okay, can you repeat what Nereus said about Jupiter's lie?"

Percy frowned. "I already said it!"

"The Old Man of the Sea said broken oaths and lies are different," Sky said firmly. "I always thought swearing on the river ranks above random truths. But for some reason, the Styx thinks his lying was worse than all the promises he broke?"

Percy dropped into one of the chairs opposite the table. "That's what he told Rachel."

"Lies," Sky repeated. He shuffled through the notes on the table. "Breaking the strength of lies."

Percy frowned.

"Here it is," Sky said, bringing out a scrap of paper with two short paragraphs scrawled on it for Percy to check.

Brothers of Destiny, ruled by prophecies,
Broken chains, gained by tearless eyes,
What one lacks, the other receives,
Born from when innocence dies.

Only rebirth shall set them free,
Breaking the strength of lies,
United by Love so deep,
By the hand of Life.

Sky had scratched notes along the sides in colour pens, marking some terms from individual lines. He'd also written things like 'plural', 'translation', 'C. Latin', 'Linear B', and 'I. Durand'.

Below the last line were the terms:
Love - loyalty, respect, sacrifice - action?
Life - terra (earth), ceres (nature), vesta (fire) - elemental?

"The BOD prophecy," Percy said, surprised.

Sky read the fifth and sixth lines, "Only rebirth shall set them free, breaking the strength of lies."

"Pandora's rebirth?" Percy wondered. "The more we search about her, the more we learn about Zeus's lies. Her rebirth is opening all the cans of worms he tried to hide."

"Also, the plural usage here. 'Them' and 'lies' could be clues," Sky tapped the page. "Either Pandora is now someone who uses gender neutral pronouns, or we're talking about more than one soul being reborn."

Percy frowned. "Tell me what you've written here."

Sky exhaled, hoping his face didn't betray his nerves. "I like to annotate as I read. I got this prophecy from Octavian. It was written on a stone tablet in the Temple of Jupiter Optimus Maximus."

He got strange looks. Percy said, "Zeus is a Transformers' fan?"

"No. The movies took it from him."

"They were comics first."

"The comics company borrowed it from Roman myths," Sky said, annoyed. "My point is the temple's writing was in Classical Latin."

Percy blinked.

"This is an old prophecy," Sky tried to explain. "Like, seriously ancient. So it can't have been written in English first, right?"

"If you say so."

"I think if we find the original version of the prophecy, we'll be one step closer to understanding what it means," he emphasised. "That means we need to find the Linear B text for it."

Percy nodded. "Yeah, Linear B. Totally."

"Because things get lost in translation."

"Def."

"In Classical Latin, the first line goes, Fratres fatali, a vaticiniis protecti." (Brothers of destiny, protected by prophecies.)

Percy sat back. "Right… and you think the English version isn't the right one?"

"I think it's worth checking out," Sky said. "This is one of the two prophecies that relates to Pandora. And it doesn't even say her name! I'm not even sure rebirth is about her or you guys."

Percy sat back. "Us guys? Like Rachel, Harry, and—"

"And you," Sky said, tossing his pen. It clattered and rolled around on the table. "Rebirth can mean reincarnation or regeneration. When you, Harry, and Rachel die, your bracelets regenerate you. Get it?"

"Got it."

"You're reborn, not reincarnated."

"I said I got it."

"This is why I want the original prophecy," Sky said urgently. "It should give a clearer picture."

Percy leaned his head back and said, "Rach! Stop throwing your tantrum and get in here."

He heard a raspberry. Rachel must have blown it at Harry because she marched into the library without hesitation.

"What?" she snapped.

"My partner in the Pandora puzzle is pulling apart a prophecy," Percy said, pushing his chair back to balance on its hind legs.

Rachel paused. "Seriously?"

Sky stammered. This wasn't going the way he'd planned. He'd hoped to impress Percy enough to get the guy off his back, but this just seemed to make it worse.

"Sky, prophecies have multiple meanings," Rachel said, worriedly. "They're intentionally vague to give heroes leeway in their choices. It's frustrating and there are a lot of holes, but trying to figure it out like a riddle can make things worse."

At least she wasn't angry. Sky still flushed furiously.

"I thought… I just wanted to understand it," he tried to say. "Because we know so little of Pandora, I thought we need to figure out everything."

"That's good energy, Sky," Rachel said gently. "But this isn't a safe route. Cassandra must have told you about the dangers of reading too much into prophecies."

Sky lowered his eyes. His Ma had certainly cautioned him about it. But when he'd read this one, he'd grown excited. The Brothers of Destiny prophecy had been created before Pandora even existed. It was possibly their oldest living prediction, even older than the Giants prophecy.

"I suppose we aren't speaking to Attorney Durand today?" Reyna asked from the doorway.

Sky slumped. "Guess not."

"Who's Durand?" Harry asked.

"She's the attorney who deposed Sciron when he first came to CJ," Jason explained. "Durand used to be the head of the translators department here. She knows to read older Greek texts too."

"I thought she might have some ideas about this," Sky said, waving a listless hand over his notes.

Rachel cocked her head. Sky couldn't bear to see her pity, so he just stared at the papers.

"How old is she?" Harry suddenly asked.

The others frowned.

"Rude," Rachel murmured.

"No, I mean," Harry rectified. "Has she been in the Senate for the past three decades?"

"Twenty years," Octavian corrected.

"She might have heard about May and Mark Rohan if she was in active service then," Harry said. "If you already have an appointment with her, then we can ask her about the Hephaestus twins and also find out what they knew about Janet Kassidy."

Grandpa Smythe blinked surprised. "Do you mean to say Attorney Durand aided the Rohans to sneak into our city?"

"With Lupa's permission," Harry said hastily. "I don't know much more. But it's what we can ask her. Where does she live?"

Silas and Sciron had died two thousand years ago. Sky had to get over this and be part of his new, fresh life.

But the Mnemosyne had wrecked any chance of that. Now when Sky stared at Harry's face, all he was reminded of was Silas, Prince of Corinth, legacy of Ceres, for whom Sciron had decimated a village for.

Percy was right to suspect Sciron. But Sky was not Sciron.

Not anymore.

He breathed deeply and smiled when Harry looked his way.

"Ivy Durand's house is pretty close," he said, hoping his voice didn't falter. "She might be there today. It's the weekend."

Stay tuned, my pretties!

Cabba K.