𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑,
𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒂

❛ she was once                 beautiful,
    but her expression was    terror.❜

                         𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀, 𝕬urora Stark was her fathers daughter . . . and it didn't take a fool to notice. Her sarcastic and witty tongue were quick with remarks, all too familiar to her own father . . . A tale-tall sign that they shared the same ichor in their veins, and with how similar they were it would never take an outsider to dare cut their flesh to see if they bled the same color and cried the same tears for their similarities were much too alike for any bloodshed.

                         But do not misunderstand, while the infamous father/daughter duo displayed an uncharacteristic amount of similitude . . . They do indeed differ in their thoughts about the future.

Where Tony fears it, Aurora disregards it.

( seeing as this was coming from a man who was kidnapped, I don't think anyone could blame him. Especially when he vowed to never leave this earth if Aurora was still on it. )

                         His daughter, however, was a different story.

                         While being a part of a world where death was the shadow that followed you throughout the day, Aurora Stark thought that the future was an encompassing luxury—one people like her were rarely able to find.

                         She liked to compare it to a seam on fabric, really, how if one string came undone the entire fabric would dismantle and turn into nothing.

                         Nothing, now that word made her think. Nothing is what she felt for the future and all the atrocities she believed it would feed her—or at least the monstrosities the fates 'supposedly' had planned for her. Nothing is what she felt when she envisioned a world without her father in it, all those months ago he was stripped from her life. She'd even go as far as to say that Nothing is what she would feel if Nathaniel was never in her life—as mysterious as he can be.

                         Even though Nothing could be an abysmal void of stagnant expectations to many, Nothing meant something to Aurora. Even if she'd rather believe it didn't.

                         But Aurora Stark is no fool, as much as she would love to turn off her raging brain cells in hopes of easing her uncontrollable emotions that she deemed incredibly hard to decipher, a part of her (a very small part) craved for the future.  One where it  was not black and white but rather a lavender so pastel it would make your eyes water, full of calmness, serenity, and grace every demigod longed to have.

                         A calmness none of them would ever have.

                         "What's with you?"

                         The voice didn't distract her from her rampant mind but rather invaded it like uploading new data to an already rampant system trying to find its place.

                         Aurora slightly lifted her head from her luxurious white duvet to her door. In hopes of capturing the intruder that fore took the spot in her mind. It was until she locked eyes with those that reminded her of dolls the color of hazel green, that she placed her head back down on her bed.

"You're never one to brood," Natalie stated as she too sprawled out on her younger sisters bed. "So what made you do it this late? After the amazing night you had."

The amazing night—the invention Aurora created for the campers in hopes of buying them time until the notorious rag of misfits known as: Percy, Aurora, and Annabeth found a way to sneak away from camp to scour the seas for the Golden Fleece.

But even when the quest was hanging off of her shoulders, her mind seemed to wandered to a more mundane thought . . . Or rather color.

Aurora turned her head to look at her sister, the now soft duvet pressed against her cheeks tickling her eyelashes, "The color magenta?"
She began. "In an aura. What does it mean?"

Natalie amusedly smiled, "Spending time with the Hephaestus and Athena cabin made you loose touch with your roots huh?" She turned to look at the ceiling as her auburn hair sprawled around her head. "You could say it's objective to the person, really. Kaiya saw the aura on their best friend."

Aurora perked with interest, "Cora? From the Apollo cabin?"

Natalie nodded and pursed her lips, "The very same, but what you didn't know was that Silena saw the aura on Kaiya first, while looking at Cora," her hazel like eyes narrowed as if trying to decipher a code. "Some say, it's a tie to another person only an Aphrodite kid could make. Purely objective to that kid. Could range from platonic to romantic."

Aurora furrowed her eyebrows, "A tie? Like a bond?"

"Sure."

They both stayed quiet, listening to the crickets right outside Aurora's bedroom window. Her brain soaking in the knowledge she never even knew existed.

Aurora turned her head to her sister. Her chocolate eyes doe with curiosity, "Have you found your magenta?"

A look washed over Natalie's face, one Aurora didn't have time to decipher.

"I-It's complicated," her cheeks turned a pretty pink and her aura followed suit. However, before Aurora could question it her sister was already standing up.

"Sweet dreams, Stark."

"Goodnight, Nat."

Natalie went to walk out but poked her head back in, her eyebrows raised, "Next time you see mom. Ask her about it," her face suddenly washed over with the same look as before. "I'm sure she'll answer you."

The door quietly shut behind her, leaving Aurora again with her thoughts. A rampant void of thoughts swirling through her head as she desperately tried to reach out to one. And when she caught one . . . She caught a package, Who was Natalie's magenta? And why was Percy hers?

Now, Aurora didn't mind Percy—he is one of her best friends after all, even if their sarcasm led them to bicker. But why was he the tie? Shouldn't her tie be with someone like . . . say Annabeth? Surely she'd be the more sensible option, right?

But the more Aurora thought of it, the more she realized. Maybe it wasn't Annabeth because the chocolate eyed girl never felt butterflies in her stomach every time she saw her taking a glimpse at her.

( maybe for a time that was the case, but that was long ago. )

Maybe it wasn't Annabeth because at the mere mention of her name she never perked up so fast. Maybe it wasn't Annabeth because she didn't make her aura turn a pretty pink when she saw her practice with her sword—unlike another . . . individual. Maybe it wasn't Annabeth because Aurora was never annoyed with her for not keeping in contact with her all sum—

Auroras eyes turned wide, the same size as saucers at the realization . . .

Curse her mother and her allure for tragic love.

I mean, because that's what her future held: Tragedy. Romance wasn't an option, especially on their one ticket ride to the Underworld.

"Help!"

Aurora's body tensed with trepidation at the cry coming from outside of her window, it was quiet—like a breath the wind had blown, but she heard it nonetheless.

"Aurora! Help me!" The voice cried, now louder. "Please!"

Within a minute, Aurora could recognize that voice . . .

Percy.

She rushed towards her window where it sounded like the cry was coming and pushed open the small doors. Looking frantically around for her beloved friend, only to be met with nothing.

"Aurora! Please!" The cries blew through the wind, so soul-like as if someone was personally torturing her friend.

Without a care in the world about her attire, she rushed towards the sound of Percy voice, her bangles already on her wrists glaring menacingly in the moonlight.

She brought her bangles to her lips, "Dagger."

As requested, a dagger appeared in her right palm as her left wrist supported the shield. If this was a threat, like she believed it to be, she was not going in unarmed, much less frantic. Even if the dread in the pit of her stomach was growing for her beloved by the mere minute.

The breeze tickled her bare skin, making her practically scold herself for the attire. A black cropped spaghetti strap that read "be like a proton: positive even when surrounded by negatives" and a pair of pink hearted pajama pants, her feet covered with the silky pink slippers she had on. Not really battle worthy, she thought.

The second she stepped onto sand and smelled the ocean-like air, did she see a figure standing on the tip of an empty sand dune—back to her.

As stealthily as she could, she crouched behind the intruder ( completely masked by the darkness )

When she deemed ready, with a huff, she kicked the back of their knees in which sent them toppling to the ground. A small yelp leaving their lips as their back made contact with the ground. She took no moment to place the tip of her sword on their neck.

"Ow!"

Aurora blinked at her intruder in surprise, "Percy!"

"Aurora?" He winced. "What was that for?"

"I should be asking you that! You were calling for help?!"

"I wasn't, but now I might."

Aurora rolled her eyes and stuck out a hand for him to grab onto, and as he stood and brushed off the remaining sand from his clothes Aurora delivered a small pinch to his arm. Making him release another yelp.

He turned to her exasperated, "Really?! Again?!"

"I was worried sick, Ocean eyes!" She waved her arms around. Her once dread turned into anger. Not at Percy, no, but rather herself. "Do you know how terrifying it was to hear you call for help?!"

"I said I'm fine, Aurora."

Another pinch.

"Can you stop that?!"

"Yes! When you stop acting so nonchalant about scaring the hades out of me?!"

"I didn't mean to!" Percy rebutted. "Hermes—"

Aurora paused and turned her bangles to their original forms, "Hermes was here? Why didn't you start with that?!"

"I was trying to but you kept pinching me!"

Too engulfed in their bickering, they didn't notice the two new bodies heading their way.

"Guys!"

The familiar voice of Annabeth Chase cut through their tension with ease. Her sharp voice full with a tone of authority.

Aurora gestured to Percy, "I'm coming to the wonderful conclusion that you came here for him as well."

Annabeth glanced between the two of them, and that's when Aurora realized how close she was standing to the boy before taking a couple of steps back and clearing her throat.

Annabeth stared at the two now awkwardly looking away from one another before nodding, "I heard Percy calling for help."

"Me, too!" Both Percy and Aurora were too engrossed in their bickering they hardly noticed Tyson. "Heard you yell, 'Bad things are attacking!'"

"I didn't call you guys," Percy told them, though he was mainly looking at Aurora. "I'm fine."

"But then who . . . "

Annabeth suddenly turned to the ground behind Percy forcing Aurora to follow her lead wondering what made the Daughter of Athena so speechless, only to see four duffel bags on the floor which then led her to zero in on the thermos and bottle of vitamins on Percy's hand.

The worry in her stomach knotted again, "Ocean eyes—"

"Just listen," Percy said looking at her his familiar oceanic eyes trying to ease her nerves. "We don't have much time."

He told them about his conversation with Hermes, and his unusual encounter with the gods caduceus' the two snakes Aurora had seen from a rather far distance on their many field trips to Olympus.

( when Aurora means far, she means on the other side of the gigantic throne room pressed against the gold wall, turned away from the bickering snakes )

By the time Percy was finished, they could hear screeching in the distance-patrol harpies picking up their scent much like Percy explained Hermes had said.

"Guys," Annabeth said, "we have to do the quest."

Aurora looked at them, "Sounds to me like we don't exactly have a choice, brainiac. Not with the way Hermes put it, besides are you willing to leave and deal with the consequences when we get back? Tantalus isn't exactly our biggest fan."

Percy nodded in agreement, "We'll get expelled, you know. Trust me, I'm an expert at getting expelled."

"So?" Annabeth argued. "If we fail, there won't be any camp to come back to."

"Yeah, but you promised Chiron—"

"I promised I'd keep you both from danger. I can only do that by coming with you! Tyson can stay behind and tell them—"

"I want to go," Tyson said.

"No!" Annabeth's voice sounded close to panic. "I mean . . . Percy, come on. You know that's impossible," Annabeth turned to Aurora, her grey eyes pleading. "Right, Aurora? Tell him."

Aurora looked between Annabeth and Tyson, trying to decide what to do. As much as she knew and understood why Annabeth was and never will be fond of the creatures, she also understands how beneficial Tyson'll be on with them on their journey.

And yet, when Aurora went to open her mouth to state her facts the look on her best friends face made her stop. Her mouth open but struggling to find the right words to pass her pretty pink lips.

Percy, however, had noticed Aurora freeze up and decided to speak for her. Especially with the cruise ship getting farther and farther away.

"We can't leave him," Percy decided for them. "Tantalus will punish him for us being gone."

Aurora only sent him a grateful node:

"Percy," Annabeth said, trying to keep her cool, "we're going to Polyphemus's island! Polyphemus is an S-i-k . . . a C-y-k . . ." She stamped her foot in frustration. Dyslexia proving her spelling difficult.. "You know what I mean!"

"Brainiac," Aurora stated, much gentler than she had previously spoken to Percy, he noticed. "Having him on our side would be the most logical decision we could make."

Her grey eyes slightly hardened, "You know it's a risk."

Aurora sighed, "Well, if it'll help us find the fleece faster for camp," she paused. "For Thalia. It'll be a risk I'm more than willing to take."

Percy looked between the two and turned to Annabeth, "Tyson can go, if he wants to."

Tyson clapped his hands. "Want to!"

Annabeth gave Percy the evil eye, "All right," she said. "How do we get to that ship?"

"Hermes said my father would help."

"What's your plan?" Aurora questioned.

Percy only nodded his head in the direction of the waves and took multiple steps towards its path.

"Urn, Dad?" He called. "How's it going?"

Aurora facepalmed, "We're screwed."

"Percy!" Annabeth whispered. "We're in a hurry!"

"We need your help," Percy called a little louder. "We need to get to that ship, like, before we get eaten and stuff, so . . ."

At first, nothing happened. Waves crashed against the shore like normal. The harpies sounded like they were right behind the sand dunes. Then, about a hundred yards out to sea, four white lines appeared on the surface. They moved fast toward the shore, like claws ripping through the ocean.

As they neared the beach, the surf burst apart, and the heads of three white stallions reared out of the waves. Droplets scattered in the air before raining down on Aurora, landing on her cheeks with a tickle.

Tyson caught his breath, "Fish ponies!"

As the creatures pulled themselves onto the sand, Aurora gasped in delight "Hippocampi!" she exclaimed "They're gorgeous!"

The nearest one to Aurora, A hippocampi with beautiful magenta colored scales glittering with beaut, whined in appreciation and nuzzled Aurora with its wet nose, causing the girl to let out a giggle.

"We'll admire them later," Percy said. "Come on!"

"There!" a voice screeched behind them. "Bad children out of cabins! Snack time for lucky harpies!"

Aurora shook her head, "No, no, no. No snack time!"

Five of them were fluttering over the top of the dunes — plump little hags with pinched faces and talons and feathery wings too small for their bodies. They reminded Aurora of gnomes if they were bitten by vampires, their sharp teeth only adding to the likeness.

"Tyson!" Percy said. "Grab a duffel bag!"

He was still staring at the hippocampi with his mouth hanging open, "Tyson!"

"Uh?"

"Come on!"

With Aurora's help, they got him moving. They gathered the bags and mounted their steeds. Aurora was absolutely giddy at the thought of finally being able to ride the beautiful hippocampi. The beautiful magenta scales glimmered as soon as she mounted on as if shifting in excitement at meeting a new friend.

Poseidon must've known Tyson was one of the passengers because one hippocampus was much larger than the other three-just right for carrying a Cyclops.

"Giddyup!" Percy said.

Percy's hippocampus turned and plunged into the waves. Aurora's, Annabeth's, and Tyson's followed right behind. Aurora laughed in delight, as the rush of wind blew her hair back and water droplets sprayed her face. In fear at the speed they were traveling, she held onto her pink duffel bag —the only pink one as the rest were yellow— closer to her chest.

The harpies cursed at them, wailing for their snacks to come back, but the hippocampi raced over the water at the speed of Jet Skis. The harpies fell behind, and soon the shore of Camp Half-Blood was nothing but a dark smudge

The cruise ship was now looming in front of them— their ride toward Florida and the Sea of Monsters. Riding the hippocampus was even easier than riding a pegasus. They zipped along with the wind in their faces, speeding through the waves so smooth and steady they hardly needed to hold on at all.

Already this made Aurora homesick and miss her own Pegasus; beauty. A pegasi with a beautiful brown coat of fur and wings larger than the average Pegasi.

Aurora now really wished to see her pegasus.

As they got closer to the cruise ship, Aurora gaped as she realized just how huge it was. The white hull was at least ten stories tall, topped with another dozen levels of decks with brightly lit balconies and portholes. The ship's name was painted just above the bowline in black letters, lit with a spotlight. It took Aurora more than a couple of seconds to decipher it: PRINCESS ANDROMEDA.

Attached to the bow was a huge masthead— a three-story-tall woman wearing a white Greek chiton, sculpted to look as if she were chained to the front of the ship. She was young and beautiful, with flowing black hair, but her expression was one of absolute terror.

A look Aurora was all too familiar with.

"How do we get aboard?" Annabeth shouted over the noise of the waves, but the hippocampi seemed to know what they needed. They skimmed along the starboard side of the ship, riding easily through its huge wake, and pulled up next to a service ladder riveted to the side of the hull.

"You first," Percy told Aurora.

Aurora snorted, "What a gentleman."

She shrugged and slung her duffel bag over her shoulder and grabbed the bottom rung. Once she'd hoisted herself onto the ladder, her hippocampus whined a farewell and dove underwater. Aurora began to climb.

Percy let her get a few rungs up, then followed her. Annabeth followed after him and finally it was just Tyson in the water. His hippocampus was treating him to 360° aerials and backward ollies, and Tyson was laughing so hysterically, the sound echoed up the side of the ship.

Maybe Aurora was regretting her decision . . . Maybe.

"Tyson, shhh!" Percy said. "Come on, big guy!"

"Can't we take Rainbow?" he asked, his smile fading.

Percy stared at him. "Rainbow?"

The hippocampus whinnied as if he liked his new name.

Percy glanced at Aurora and Annabeth almost asking for help. Aurora knew Annabeth was not going to help so she stepped up.

She gave Tyson a kind smile. "Hey, buddy. It's time to go okay?"

Tyson whimpered. "But Rainbow"

Aurora gently spoke. "You'll see Rainbow again in the future. But I need you to listen to me and come with us yeah?"

So what, if Aurora used her charmspeak . . . They're in a time crunch!

Finally, Tyson climbed up the ladder ( with the help of Aurora of course ) but with a final sad whinny, Rainbow and the hippocampus did a back-flip and dove into the sea.

The ladder led to a maintenance deck stacked with yellow lifeboats. There was a set of locked double doors, which Annabeth managed to pry open with her knife and a fair amount of cursing in Ancient Greek. Aurora figured they'd have to sneak around, being stowaways and all, but after checking a few corridors and peering over a balcony into a huge central promenade lined with closed shops, she began to realize there was nobody to hide from. Sure, it was the middle of the night, but they walked half the length of the boat and met no one.

They passed forty or fifty cabin doors and heard no sound behind any of them.

"It's a ghost ship," Percy murmured.

"No," Tyson said, fiddling with the strap of his duffel bag. "Bad smell."

Annabeth frowned, "I don't smell anything."

Aurora sniffed the air, "Yeah, me neither."

"Cyclopes are like satyrs," Percy said. "They can smell monsters. Isn't that right, Tyson?"

He nodded nervously. Now that they were away from Camp Half-Blood, the Mist had distorted his face again. His one eye prominent and full of fear.

"Okay, buddy. Can you tell me exactly what you smell?" Aurora asked gently.

"Something bad," Tyson answered.

"Great," Annabeth grumbled. "That clears it up."

They came outside on the swimming pool level. There were rows of empty deck chairs and a bar closed off with a chain curtain. The water in the pool glowed eerily, sloshing back and forth from the motion of the ship. Above them, fore and aft were more levels-a climbing wall, a putt-putt golf course, a revolving restaurant, but no sign of life. And yet . . . Aurora could tell Percy sensed something familiar. Something dangerous.

"We need a hiding place," Percy said. "Somewhere safe to sleep."

"Sleep," Annabeth agreed wearily.

They explored a few more corridors until they found an empty suite on the ninth level. The door was open, which struck Aurora as weird. There was a basket of chocolate goodies on the table, an iced-down bottle of sparkling cider on the nightstand, and a mint on the pillow with a handwritten note that said: Enjoy your cruise!

They opened their duffel bags for the first time and found that Hermes really had thought of everything-extra clothes, toiletries, camp rations, a Ziploc bag full of cash, a leather pouch full of golden drachmas.

Aurora pulled out the extra pair of clothes and sighed in relief. "Bless him." Her spaghetti-strap shirt was not helping her keep out the cold, so she traded it in for the pink long sleeve.

He'd even managed to pack Tyson's oilcloth with his tools and metal bits, and Annabeth's cap of invisibility, which made them both feel a lot better.

"Aurora and I will be next door," Annabeth said. "You guys don't drink or eat anything."

"You think this place is enchanted?"

Aurora shrugged and looked around the empty ship, "Could be. Which explains how quiet it's been since we've been here."

Annabeth nodded at the boys one last time, "Just . . .  be careful."

Aurora slung her duffel bag over her shoulder and sent them a smirk. "Goodnight! Make sure to stay alive. Hopefully with minimal effort required."

When Aurora and Annabeth both laid down ready to head to sleep but Annabeth began talking. "Do you always see Nathaniel when you go to sleep?"

Aurora shook her head. "No. Usually, it's every other day. Or when he feels like talking to me really."

They were silent for a while before Aurora turned to face Annabeth, "Hey, I never apologized for not telling you about him."

"Rory," she sighed. "I-It's fine, I know why you did it. I'm sorry for getting mad."

"Don't be sappy now, Brainiac," Aurora grinned. "You have nothing to apologize for."

Silence.

"Next time, though," she whispered into the darkness. "Tell me. I just want to make sure you're safe."

"Because of the promise to Chiron. Come on, Brainiac! I can take care—"

"No, because I care about you."

Auroras face softened ever so softly, "I care about you too, Brainiac. You're my best friend after all."

Annabeth paused before saying, "Right," she turned to face away from Aurora and tucked her head on top of the pillow. "Go to sleep, Rory. We'll need it."

Annabeth was right. The moment Aurora closed her eyes she was out like a light switch, but not prepared for the danger the quest would provide.

She woke to a ship's whistle and a voice on the intercom- some guy with an Australian accent who sounded way too happy.

"Good morning, passengers! We'll be at sea all day today. Excellent weather for the poolside mambo party! Don't forget million-dollar bingo in the Kraken Lounge at one o'clock, and for our special guests, disemboweling practice on the Promenade!"

Aurora shot up and glanced at Annabeth "Alright, nap times over! Time to get the others."

Annabeth nodded and they both rushed to Percy's and Tysons room and frantically knocked. Annabeth and Aurora stuck their heads in. Annabeth's blond hair was in a rats nest, while Aurora's fell down perfectly in waves. Being a Daughter of Aphrodite came with its advantages.

"Disemboweling practice?"

Once they were all dressed, they ventured out into the ship and were surprised to see other people. A dozen senior citizens were heading to breakfast. A dad was taking his kids to the pool for a morning swim. Crew members in crisp white uniforms strolled the deck, tipping their hats to the passengers. Nobody asked who they were. Nobody paid them much attention.

But there was something wrong.

As the family of swimmers passed them, the dad told his kids: "We are on a cruise. We are having fun."

"Yes," his three kids said in unison, their expressions blank. "We are having a blast. We will swim in the pool."

They wandered off.

"Good morning," a crew member told them, his eyes glazed. "We are all enjoying ourselves aboard the Princess Andromeda. Have a nice day." He drifted away.

"Guys, this is weird," Aurora whispered. "They're all in some kind of trance. Suddenly I'm getting Lotus Casino flashbacks."

She could swear she bang to head Lady Gaga being played in the distance at the mention of the Lotus Casino.

Then they passed a cafeteria and saw their first monster. It was a hellhound-a black mastiff with its front paws up on the buffet line and its muzzle buried in the scrambled eggs. It must've been young because it was small compared to most-no bigger than a grizzly bear. That wasn't even the weirdest thing. The weirdest thing was a middle-aged couple was standing in the buffet line right behind the devildog, patiently waiting their turn for the eggs. They didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary.

"Not hungry anymore," Tyson murmured.

Before Aurora, Annabeth, and Percy could reply, a reptilian voice came from down the corridor, "Ssssix more joined yesssterday."

Annabeth gestured frantically toward the nearest hiding place—the women's room—and all four of them ducked inside. Something—or more like two somethings-slithered past the bathroom door, making sounds like sandpaper against the carpet.

"Yesss," a second reptilian voice said. "He drawssss them. Ssssoon we will be sssstrong."

The things slithered into the cafeteria with a cold hissing that might have been snake laughter.

Annabeth looked at Aurora and Percy. "We have to get out of here."

"You think I want to be in the girls' restroom?"

"She means the ship, ocean eyes! We have to get off the ship."

"Smells bad," Tyson agreed. "And dogs eat all the eggs. Annabeth is right. We must leave the restroom and ship."

Percy shuddered.

But the next voice made a shiver crawl up her spine "-only a matter of time. Don't push me, Agrius!"

It was Luke, beyond a doubt.

"I'm not pushing you!" another guy growled. His voice was deeper and even angrier than Luke's.

"I'm just saying if this gamble doesn't pay off-"

"It'll pay off," Luke snapped. "They'll take the bait. Now, come, we've got to get to the admiralty suite and check on the casket."Their voices receded down the corridor.

Tyson whimpered. "Leave now?"

Annabeth, Aurora, and Percy exchanged looks and came to a silent agreement. (It was mainly Annabeth and Aurora, but Percy was there too!!)

"We can't," Percy told Tyson."We have to find out what Luke is up to,"

Annabeth agreed. "And if possible, we're going to beat him up, bind him in chains, and drag him to Mount Olympus."

"And not to worry!" Aurora grinned wickedly. "I have enough chains to last an entire lifetime."

— NAT TALKS

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