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THEY kept climbing, but Jason looked back for his sister. Nobody spoke, except Coach that seemed to be in a good mood, somehow.
Finally they arrived at the top of the island. Bronze walls marched all the way around the fortress grounds, though Rebecca couldn't imagine who would possibly attack this place.
Twenty-foot-high gates opened for them, and a road of polished purple stone led up to the main citadel
—a white-columned rotunda, Greek style, like one of the monuments in Washington, D.C.-except for the cluster of satellite dishes and radio towers on the roof.
"That's bizarre," Piper said.
"Guess you can't get cable on a floating island," Leo said.
"That's an odd front yard." Mumbled Rebecca.
The rotunda sat in the center of a quarter-mile circle. The grounds were amazing in a scary way. They were divided into four sections like big pizza slices, each one representing a season.
It was pretty, but a bit macabre.
"One section for each of the four wind gods," Jason guessed. "Four cardinal directions."
"I'm loving that pasture." Coach Hedge licked his lips. "You guys mind-
"Go ahead," Jason said. Rebecca was relieved he wouldn't be going with them.
It would be hard enough getting on Aeolus's good side without Coach Hedge waving his club and screaming, "Die!"
While the satyr ran off to attack springtime, Jason, Rebecca, Leo, and Piper walked down the road to the steps of the palace. They passed through the front doors into a white marble foyer decorated with purple banners that read olympian weather channel, and some that just read ow!
"Hello!" A woman floated up to them. Literally floated. She was pretty in that elfish way Rebecca associated with nature spirits; petite, slightly pointy ears, and an ageless face that could've been sixteen or thirty. Her brown eyes twinkled cheerfully.
Even though there was no wind, her dark hair blew in slow motion, shampoo-commercial style. Her white gown billowed around her like parachute material. Jason couldn't tell if she had feet, but if so, they didn't touch the floor. She had a white tablet computer in her hand.
"Are you from Lord Zeus?" she asked. "We've been expecting you."
"Are you a ghost?" he asked.
Rebecca facepalmed. "She's an aura- a wind nymph."
The aura smiled at her. "Indeed, my name is Mellie. So, are you from Lord Zeus?"
"Er," Jason said, "I'm the son of Zeus, yeah."
"Excellent! Please, right this way." She led them through some security doors into another lobby, consulting her tablet as she floated.
She didn't look where she was going, but apparently it didn't matter as she drifted straight through a marble column with no problem. "We're out of prime time now, so that's good," she mused. "I can fit you in right before his 11:12 spot."
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✔ 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 ⋆ jason grace
Fanfiction❝their eyes meet, electric blue against violent green❞ [ COMPLETED ] -ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 rebecca aldridge was a traitor, but all her ancestors were 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 jason grace forgot all his memories, but not her...
