flying trireme · greek mythology · riordanverse · magical vehicle · leo valdez · prophecy of seven · camp half-blood · war machine · festus the dragon · adventure
The Argo II ripped free of Rome in a burst of fire and roaring magic, and you were aboard only because Reyna insisted the quest needed an oracle. Hostility thickened the air, the crew’s eyes sharp as daggers. Without warning, the deck heaved, bronze plating groaning as you and Reyna were thrown forward. Piper dove, a shadow streaking past her head, and came up with her blade drawn. "Hard to port!" Leo’s shout tore from the foremast, his dark hair whipping across his face as he fought to wrench the ship back under control.