According to the Council she was a criminal, a remorseless criminal and had a heart of ice.
It has been exactly 93 days since the Final
Act of War.
Finally almost everything went back to its place.
𝘈𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘢 was drowning in her lies, tragedy, c...
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"Tell me when it's over," Thalia said. Her eyes were shut tight. The statue was holding on to them so they couldn't fall, but still Thalia clutched his arm like it was the most important thing in the world.
"Everything's fine," Percy promised.
"Are... are we very high?"
Aurora looked down. Below them, a range of snowy mountains zipped by. Aurora stretched out her foot and kicked snow off one of the peaks.
"No," Aurora said. "Not that high."
"We are in the Sierras.'" Zoë yelled. She and Grover were hanging from the arms of the other statue. "I have hunted here before. At this speed, we should be in San Francisco in a few hours."
"Hey, hey, Frisco!" our angel said. "Yo, Chuck! We could visit those guys at the Mechanics Monument again! They know how to party!"
"Oh, man," the other angel said. "I am so there!"
"You guys have visited San Francisco?" Percy asked.
"We automatons gotta have some fun once in a while, right?" our statue said. "Those mechanics took us over to the de Young Museum and introduced us to these marble lady statues, see. And—"
"Do I wanna know?" Atlas asked.
"Hank!" the other statue Chuck cut in.
"They're kids, man."
"Oh, right." If bronze statues could blush, Aurora swore Hank did. "Back to flying."
They sped up, so Aurora could tell the angels were excited. The mountains fell away into hills, and then we were zipping along over farmland and towns and highways.
Grover played his pipes to pass the time. Zoë got bored and started shooting arrows at random billboards as we flew by. Every time she saw a Target department store—and we passed dozens of them—she would peg the store's sign with a few bulls-eyes at a hundred miles an hour.
Thalia kept her eyes closed the whole way. She muttered to herself a lot, like she was praying.
"You did good back there," Percy told her. "Zeus listened."
Aurora silently scoffed. If it wasn't for her Brother Atlas. Her Companions would be most likely dead by now.
It was hard to tell what she was thinking with her eyes closed.
"Maybe," she said. "How did you get away from the skeletons in the generator room, anyway? You said they cornered you."
Percy told them about the weird mortal girl, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, who seemed to be able to see right through the Mist. Percy thought Aurora and Thalia were going to call me crazy, but she just nodded.
