Thunderstorm ➪ʜᴀᴢᴇʟ Lᴇᴠᴇsǫᴜᴇ [𝟷]

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𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩'𝙫𝙚 been flying to her death, Bronte couldn't stop smiling.

She had definitely not been expecting Leo to swoop into camp on the back of a supposedly untamable dragon. But hey, Bronte wasn't complaining. They were under a time limit!

The dragon was a fast and efficient mode of transportation, and might even end up being the only reason they succeed.

Three days until the solstice.

Bronte had studied every quest that occurred at Camp for over five decades. Few quests ever had that sort of a time frame, though they all had similar levels of danger.

Well, maybe not. This quest had the added bonus of being responsible for the life or death of the entire world. But, you know.

Bronte had been waiting to get a quest for years. The fact that she was now responsible for everyone, not just herself and her quest mates wouldn't change anything. She wondered if this was what Percy felt like at all times. No wonder her was so overprotective of everyone he cared about.

That turned her onto another train of though. Would Bronte be as revered as he was when she came back?

She hoped she wouldn't get kidnapped like he did. It was a scary thing, never being able to trust anyone. Would Bronte become paranoid, much like most of the eldest demigods at camp-

"Shut up, me," Leo said aloud.

"What?" Piper asked.

"Nothing," he said. "Long night. I think I'm hallucinating. It's cool."

Bronte was right behind him, so she couldn't see his face to judge his sincerity,

"Hahah," she said. "Nice one."

"Just joking." Leo unsubtly changed the subject. "So what's the plan, Jason? You said something about catching wind, or breaking wind, or something?"

As they flew over New England, Jason laid out the game plan: First, find some guy named Boreas and grill him for information—

"His name is Boreas?" Leo had to ask. "What is he, the God of Boring?"

Bronte snorted.

Second, Jason continued, they had to find those venti that had attacked them at the Grand Canyon—

"Can we just call them storm spirits?" Leo asked. "Venti makes them sound like evil espresso drinks."

And third, Jason finished, they had to find out who the storm spirits worked for, so they could find Hera and free her.

"So you want to look for Dylan, the nasty storm dude, on purpose," Leo said. "The guy who threw me off the skywalk and sucked Coach Hedge into the clouds."

"That's about it," Jason said. "Well ... there may be a wolf involved, too. But I think she's friendly. She probably won't eat us, unless we show weakness."

Jason told them about his dream—the big nasty mother wolf and a burned-out house with stone spires growing out of the swimming pool.

"Uh-huh," Leo said. "But you don't know where this place is."

"Nope," Jason admitted.

"Creepy prophetic dreams," Bronte said, nodding slowly. "Well, you're definitely a demigod."

"If you ignore the summoning lightning bit," Leo muttered.

"There's also giants," Piper added, ignoring them. "The prophecy said the giants'revenge."