The House of Hades (Heroes of Olympus Book 4)

awesome,’ Percy said. ‘Seriously. But how did you –’
    ‘Oh, time to talk later.’ Bob’s expression turned serious. ‘We must go before they find you. They are coming. Yes, indeed.’
    ‘
They?
’
Annabeth asked.
    Percy scanned the horizon. He saw no approaching monsters – nothing but the stark grey wasteland.
    ‘Yes,’ Bob agreed. ‘But Bob knows a way. Come on, friends! We will have fun!’

XVII
     

FRANK
     
    F RANK WOKE UP AS A PYTHON, which puzzled him.
    Changing into an animal wasn’t confusing. He did that all the time. But he had never changed from one animal to another in his sleep before. He was pretty sure he hadn’t dozed off as a snake. Usually, he slept like a dog.
    He’d discovered that he got through the night much better if he curled up on his bunk in the shape of a bulldog. For whatever reason, his nightmares didn’t bother him as much. The constant screaming in his head almost disappeared.
    He had no idea why he’d become a reticulated python, but it did explain his dream about slowly swallowing a cow. His jaw was still sore.
    He braced himself and changed back to human form. Immediately, his splitting headache returned, along with the voices.
    Fight them!
yelled Mars.
Take this ship! Defend Rome!
    The voice of Ares shouted back:
Kill the Romans! Blood and death! Large guns!
    His father’s Roman and Greek personalities screamed back and forth in Frank’s mind with the usual soundtrack of battle noises – explosions, assault rifles, roaring jet engines – all throbbing like a subwoofer behind Frank’s eyes.
    He sat up on his berth, dizzy with pain. As he did every morning, he took a deep breath and stared at the lamp on his desk – a tiny flame that burned night and day, fuelled by magic olive oil from the supply room.
    Fire … Frank’s biggest fear. Keeping an open flame in his room terrified him, but it also helped him focus. The noise in his head faded into the background, allowing him to think.
    He’d got better at this, but for days he’d been almost worthless. As soon as the fighting broke out at Camp Jupiter, the war god’s two voices had started screaming non-stop. Ever since, Frank had been stumbling around in a daze, barely able to function. He’d acted like a fool, and he was sure his friends thought he’d lost his marbles.
    He couldn’t tell them what was wrong. There was nothing they could do and, from listening to them talk, Frank was pretty sure they didn’t have the same problem with their godly parents yelling in their ears.
    Just Frank’s luck, but he
had
to pull it together. His friends
needed
him – especially now, with Annabeth gone.
    Annabeth had been kind to him. Even when he was so distracted he’d acted like a buffoon, Annabeth had been patient and helpful. While Ares screamed that Athena’schildren couldn’t be trusted and Mars bellowed at him to kill all the Greeks, Frank had grown to respect Annabeth.
    Now that they were without her, Frank was the next best thing the group had to a military strategist. They would need him for the trip ahead.
    He rose and got dressed. Fortunately he’d managed to buy some new clothes in Siena a couple of days ago, replacing the laundry that Leo had sent flying away on Buford the table. (Long story.) He tugged on some Levi’s and an army-green T-shirt, then reached for his favourite pullover before remembering he didn’t need it. The weather was too warm. More important, he didn’t need the pockets any more to protect the magical piece of firewood that controlled his life span. Hazel was keeping it safe for him.
    Maybe that should have made him nervous. If the firewood burned, Frank died: end of story. But he trusted Hazel more than he trusted himself. Knowing she was safeguarding his big weakness made him feel better – like he’d fastened his seat belt for a high-speed chase.
    He slung his bow and quiver over his shoulder. Immediately they morphed into a regular backpack. Frank loved that. He never would’ve known about the quiver’s camouflage power if Leo hadn’t figured it out for him.
    Leo!
Mars raged.
He must die!
    Throttle him!
Ares cried.
Throttle everyone! Who are we talking about again?
    The two began shouting at each other again, over the sound of bombs exploding in Frank’s skull.
    He steadied himself against the wall. For days, Frank had listened to those voices demanding Leo Valdez’s death.
    After all, Leo had started the war with Camp Jupiter by firing a ballista