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I gasped. We had arrived at Camp HalfBlood. I fell on the ground, this is the farthest jump I’ve made in weeks, and even then, my ability to shadow travel had plummeted ever since I had to travel with the Athena Pathernos.
“Nico,” Jason said, “Was it supposed to be like this?”
“No. It was here! There was Cabin Three: Poseidon, and Ares, and Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Hephaestus…” I panicked.
All that was once the camp was now in ruins, destroyed by the unnamed enemy.
I grasped in my backpack, hoping to find something. Which I found.
“Oh, Iris, goddess of the rainbow. Please accept my offering,” I said while throwing a drachma into the mist of the flames that took the ruins of the camp. “Show me Percy Jackson at… Long Island?” I tried, not knowing Percy’s actual location.
Somehow, it had worked. “Oh! Ni-” Static interrupted his speech. “What happened?” I demanded.
“An army. Monsters. They somehow made it into camp and overwhelmed us. A man calling himself the ‘Joker.’
“Joker,” I heard Jason spew. He spoke the words like poison. I knew all about what the Joker did to him. Legal Resurrection, Thanatos had said, What a nonsense. Jason was killed by the Joker, a brutal death by crowbar. A man pitied Jason and had bathed him in a Lazarus Pit, returning him to life, could it have been Ra’s Al Ghul? Damian’s Grandfather?
“Where are you?” I asked Percy.
“Manhattan,” he answered. I forced myself a smile, realising what he had just implied. “All of them in the apartment?” Percy nodded, before the message faded once again.
What was happening to Iris?
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