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The Daughter of Poseidon: Chapter Seven

Waves swooshed back and forth. Seagulls sang in the distance.

Della opens her eyes to see an island. Not just any island, Circe’s Island. She hasn’t been here…since she was thirteen.

Three figures stand off in the distance. Young Della, Percy, and Annabeth.

Della moves closer to them.

“Well, I suppose…” Past Annabeth and Della said.

“Right this way dears!” Hylla said. She leads them away from Percy.

Della follows them.

It skipped forward a bit to young Della in a chair.

Annabeth seated behind her. Her hair combed into an old Greecian hairstyle. She looked like Helen of Troy. Her curly brown hair was wrapped in gold with a few stray curls framing her face.

Young Della wore a light blue lagoon gown and two gold armbands. Two girls combed and braided her wavy blonde hair.

“Ah..there we go,” Hylla said. “A look just as perfect as a goddess. Are you sure you’re a daughter of Poseidon? I think Aphrodite would envy your beauty if she doesn’t already.”

Time sped up again.

This time Young Della and Annabeth stood in a room facing a cage of guinea pigs. They tried to figure out which one was Percy.

“Well,” Circe sighed, “How fast a minute passes. Have you made your decision yet?”

“This!” Annabeth held out her dagger.

Della pointed Leda at her.

Circe stepped back, but the surprise passed quickly.

“Really girls, a knife and a blade against my magic?”

The scene paused.

Circe angles her head towards me. “Ah, look at you, my dear! Just as beautiful as the day you fled my island.”

Della glances uncertainly at Circe. “What do–”

“Oh, I want nothing from you dear. You are Hera’s gamble now.”

“Gamble–”

“Yes, how I wished you and the Athena girl stayed. Would have made beautiful sorceresses indeed. But your fate is set in stone.” The sorceress places something in Della’s hand.

Della opened her hand to see a very old Greek coin with Poseidon on it. Circe had fashioned it into a necklace.

“We don’t have much time,” Circe mumbles, “Remember Adella Jackson you are a daughter of Poseidon, much different than Perseus. You are not his shadow young one. I have seen your future…you are more powerful than you know. Now Wake up!”

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Della wakes up to Jason shaking her. She opens her hand to find Circe’s necklace. She quickly fastens it around her neck.

Below them, a city sat on a clifftop overlooking a river. The plains around it were dusted with snow, but the city itself glowed warmly in the winter sunset. Buildings crowded together inside high walls like medieval town. In the center was an actual castle, with massive red brick walls and a square tower with a peaked green roof.

“Tell me that’s Quebec and not Santa’s workshop,” Leo says.

“Yeah Quebec City,” Piper confirms. “One of the oldest cities in North America. Founded around sixteen hundred or so.”

Leo raises an eyebrow, “Your dad do a movie on that too?”

She makes a sour face at him. “I read sometimes, okay? Just cause Aphrodite claimed me doesn’t mean I’m a complete airhead!”

“Feisty,” Leo laughs. “So if you know so much, what’s that castle?”

“A hotel, I think.”

“No way,” Leo laughs.

The closer they got Della notices doormen, vallets, and porters taking bags. Sleek luxury cars idle in the drive. People in elegant suits and winter cloaks hurry to get out of the cold.

“The North Wind is staying at a hotel?” Leo asks, “That can’t be–”

“Heads up guys we got company!” Jason interrupts.

Down below two winged figures–angry angels, with nasty-looking swords launch themselves from the top of the tower.

Festus does not like the looks of the angel guys. He swoops to a halt in midair, wings beating and talons bared, and he makes a rumbling noise in his throat.

“Steady, boy,” Leo says.

“I don’t like this they look like storm spirits,” says Jason.

“Ummm,” Della says, “They look too solid to be storm spirits.”

They look like regular teenagers, except for their icy white hair and purple wings. Their bronze swords appear like jagged icicles. The two could pass for brothers, they were similar enough, but there was no way they were twins.

One was the size of an ox, with a bright red hockey jersey, baggy sweatpants, and black cleats. This guy is definitely a fighter both his eyes were black as though he’d just been in a fight. It didn’t help when he bared his teeth some of them were missing.

The other one looks like an eighties rock album cover. His white hair styled into a curly mullet. He wore pointy-toed shoes, designer pants, and a gods-awful silk shirt with three buttons open.

The angels pull up and hover in front of the dragon.

“No clearance,” grunts the hockey ox.

“Scuse me?” asks Leo.

“You have no flight plan on file,” explains the groovy love god. His French accent is horrible it has to be fake. “This is restricted airspace.”

Festus begins to hiss steam, ready to defend the demigods. Jason flips his coin to reveal his sword. Della taps Leda’s beak twice to reveal a spear.

“Hold on!” Leo cries. He spreads his arms out. “Let’s have some manners here. Can I at least find out who has the honor of destroying me?”

“I am Cal!” the ox grunts. He has a look of pride like he’d said his lines correctly.

“That’s short for Calais,” the love god sighs, “Sadly, my brother cannot say words more than two syllables–”

“Pizza! Hockey! Destroy!” Cal offers.

“–which includes his own name.”

“I am Cal,” Cal repeats, “And this is Zethes! My Brother!”

“Wow,” Leo says, “That was almost three sentences! Way to go my man!” Cal grunts obviously pleased with himself.

“Stuupid Buffon,” Zethes grumbles, “They make fun of you. But no matter. I am Zethes, which is short for Zethes. And the ladies there–”

He winks but it appears more like a facial seizure.

“They can call me anything they like. Perhaps they would like to have dinner with a famous demigod before we destroy you?”

Piper makes a sound like gagging on a cough drop, “That’s truly…a horrifying offer.”

“I think I’ll pass,” Della coughs.

“It is no problem,” Zethes wiggles his eyebrows, “We are very romantic people, we Boreads.”

“Boreads?” Jason cuts in, “Like the sons of Boreas?”

“Ah! So, you have heard of us!” Zethes smiles. “We are our father’s gatekeepers. So, you understand we cannot have unauthorized people flying in his airspace on creaky dragons, scaring the silly mortal people.”

Della glances down to see mortals pointing up at them. Though they weren’t scared, no, they seemed annoyed, like the dragon was a traffic helicopter flying too low.

“Which is sadly why, unless this is an emergency landing,” Zethes says, brushing his hair out of his acne-covered face, “We will have to destroy you painfully.”

“Destroy!” Cal agrees way too enthused by the idea.

Della clutches Leda a little more.

“Wait!” Piper says, “This is an emergency landing.”

“Awww,” Cal says.

Zethes studies Piper, which he already had been doing. “How does the pretty girl decide this is an emergency then?”

“We have to see Boreas. It’s totally urgent! Please?” She puts a smile on her beautiful face. Her voice sounds smooth and rich like chocolate. Damn, Aphrodite kids. Piper nudges Della to follow her example.

Della lowers Leda just a bit and smiles just a bit.

Zethes picks at his shirt, probably to make sure it is opened wide enough. “Hate to disappoint ladies, but you see, my sister would totally have an avalanche if we allowed you–”

“Our dragon is malfunctioning!” Piper says, “It could crash at any minute!”

Festus shudders trying to help. Then turned to spill gunk out of his ear, splattering on a black Mercedes down below.

“No, destroy?” Cal whimpers.

Zethes ponders this for a moment then glances up at Della and Piper. He winks again. “Well, you are both very pretty. I mean–you’re right. A malfunctioning dragon, this could qualify as an emergency.”

“Destroy them later?” Cal offers.

“It will take some explaining,” Zethes says, “Father has not been kind to visitors lately. But, yes. Come, follow us, faulty dragon people. Follow us.”

Leo turns to the rest of his party, “I love these guys! Follow them?”

Della, Jason, and Piper exchange looks of dread.

“I guess,” Jason decides, “We’re here now. But I wonder why Boreas hasn’t been kind ot visitors.”

Della taps Ledas beak. “You’ll find that’s a recurring theme on quests.”

“Pfft, he just hasn’t met us yet. Festus follow those flashlights,” Leo says.

Leo manuvers Festus to follow the Boreads. After a few close turns, they descend after them into the tower through a hatch wide enough for Festus. The top and bottom were lined with icicles that resembled jagged teeth.

“That can’t be good,” Jason mutters.

The land in what must be the penthouse suite. The penthouse suite frozen in ice. The entry hall’s vaulted ceiling was forty feet high. Huge draped windows and lush orientals lined the room. A staircase at the back of the room leads to another massive hall, and multiple corridors venture left and right. The ice made it feel just a tad frightening.

“Guys,” Leo says, “Fix the thermostat in here, and I would totally move in.”

“Somethings–” Della starts.

“...Wrong,” says Jason, “Something up there.”

Festus shudders and snorts flames. Frost begins forming on his scales.

“No. No. No. We can’t have flames in here!” Zethes says. He marches over to them. “The Dragon must be deactivated. We cannot have heat in here. I truins my hair.”

“Like that’ll make a difference,” Della whispers to Piper.

She stifles a giggle in her hand.

Festus growls and spins his teeth.

“S’okay boy,” Leo says, “The dragon’s a little touchy about being deactivated. But I’ve got a better solution.”

“Destroy?” Cal asks.

“No man. You gotta stop with the destroy talk. Just wait–”

“Leo,” Della says nervously, “What’re you–”

“Relax, Katara,” Leo says, “When I was repairing Festus last night, I found all sorts of buttons. Some, you do not want to know what they do. But other…ah, here we go.”

Leo hooks his fingers behind the dragon’s left foreleg. He pulls a switch, and the dragon shudders from head to toe. Everyone backs away as Festus folds like origami. His bronze plating stacks together. His tail and neck contract into his body. His wings collapse and his trunk compacts until he is the size of a suitcase.

“Ta-da! The world’s heaviest carry-on bag!” Leo says.

“That’s impossible something that big–” Jason says.

“Enough! Zethes says. He and Cal drew their swords and pointed them at Leo.

Della reaches for Leda and taps her beak unleashing the sword.

Leo raises his hand in surrender. “Okay…what’d I do? Stay calm, guys. If it bothers you that much, I don’t have to take the dragon as a carry-on–”

“Who are you?” Zethes points the tip of his blade at Leo’s chest. “A child of the South Wind spying on us?”

“What? No! I’m a son of Hephaestus, a friendly blacksmith, no harm to anyone!”

Cal growls. He puts his face up to Leo’s. “Smell fire. Fire bad.”

“Oh,” Leo says. The poor boy has sweat dripping down his forehead. “Yeah well…my clothes are singed, I’ve been working with oil, and–”

“No!” Zethes pushes Leo back at sword point. “We can smell fire, demigod. We assumed it was from the creaky dragon, but now the dragon is a suitcase. And I smell fire…on you.”

Della glances at Leo who looks ready to melt like the Wicked Witch of the West.

“Look…I don’t know…” He glances at the rest of the group. “Guys, little help?”

Jason already had his gold coin in hand. He glances at Della who holds her sword in hand. Jason moves forward, eyes on Zethes.

“Look there’s been a mistake. Leo isn‘t a fire guy. Tell them, Leo. Tell them you’re not a fire guy.”

“Ummm…”

“Zehtes?” Piper tries her dazzling smile again. However, she looks too nervous to pull it off. “We’re all friends here. Put down your swords and let’s talk.”

“This girl is pretty,” Zethes admits, “and of course, she cannot help being attracted to my amazingness. Sadly, I cannot romance her at this time.” He pokes his sword into Leo’s chest and frost begins to spread across his shirt.

“Destroy him now?” Cal asks.

“Sadly, I think–”

“No,” Jason insists. He sounds calm, but Della knew this tone. It’s a tone she’s heard Percy, Annabeth, and even herself use. A tone that means ‘one wrong move and I will destroy you.’

“Leo is not a threat. He is a son of Hephaestus. Piper here is a daughter of Aphrodite. Della’s the daughter of Poseidon. And I’m a son of Zeus. We are here on a peaceful–”

“What did you say?” Zethes demands. You’re a son of Zeus?”

Della points Leda at Zethes. “What about it.”

“Ummm…yeah, that’s a good thing, right? My name is Jason.” Jason holds an arm out to keep Della from advancing on the pair of idiots.

Cal appears so startled he almost drops his sword. “Can’t be Jason,” he says. “Doesn’t look the same.”

Zethes steps forward and examines Jason’s face. “No, he is not our Jason. Our Jason was more stylish. Not as much as me–but stylish. Besides, our Jason died a milienna ago.”

“Wait,” Jason says. “Your Jason…you mean the original Jason? The Golden Fleece guy?”

“Of course,” says Zethes. “We were his crewmates abroad the Argo, in the old times when were mortal demigods. The we accepted immortality to serve our father, so I could look goo for all eternity, and my brother could enjoy pizza and hockey.”

“Hockey!” Cal agrees.

“But Jason, our Jason–he died a mortal death,” Zethes says, “You can’t be him.”

“I’m not,” Jason confirms.

“So, destroy?” Cal asks.

Della steps next to Jason her sword at the ready.

Jason gives her a look of not yet.

“No,” Zethes sighs. “If he is a son of Zeus, he could be the one we’ve been watching for.”

“Watching for?” Leo asks. “You mean like in a good way like you’ll shower him with fabulous prizes? Or watching for in a bad way like he’s in trouble?”

“That depends on my father’s will,” says a feminine voice.

Della glances up the stairs to see a girl about her age in a long silk gown. The girl is so pale she resembles snow. Her hair was a lush mane of black, and her eyes were coffee brown. The girl focuses on Leo analyzing him. The air she gave was cold and it wasn’t just because of the apartment’s frigid temperatures.

“Father will want to see the one called Jason,” she says.

“Then it is him?” Zethes says.

Leo grabs the handle of Festus the suitcase. Before he can make it two steps, the girl freezes him in his steps. Not with ice but with the intensity of her gaze.

“Not you Leo Valdez.”

“Why not?” Leo whines like he actually whines.

“You cannot be in the presence of my father. Fire and ice it would not be wise.”

“We’re going together,” Jason says. He places his hand on Leo’s shoulder. “Or not at all.”

Della gives Jason a look. This wasn’t an ideal situation, but it was the best offer they would get. “Don’t test our luck Wonder Boy.”

“Listen to your friend, he will not be harmed Jason Grace, unless you make trouble. Calais, keep Leo Valdez here, Guard him, but do not kill him.”

“Just a little?” Cal pouts.

“No,” the girl says, “And take care of that interesting suitcase until Father passes judgment.”

Jason and Piper look at Leo asking the silent question: How do you want to play this?

“It’s fine guys,” Leo says, “Della’s right, this is the best way not to cause trouble. Go ahead.”

Della taps Leda’s beak returning the sword to pendant form. She pats Leo on the shoulder. “Be careful, don’t let him push you around,” she whispers.

“Leo Valdez will be safe. I wish I could say the same about you, Jason Grace. Now come, King Boreas is waiting.”

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