Jezlyn Lang

"Visions don’t foretell the future,” Athena says. “They just predict it.”

Athena’s eyes are filled with sympathy as she nods. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, resting a hand on my shoulder.

Six incredibly long and uncomfortable hours later, Chiron, Athena, and Apollo wrap up their final topic of the day.

“Wait, but what about the thunder and lightning and all that other stuff?” I ask, staring at the dog—Cerberus—as he and Biscuit tumble around on the ground together.

She scrunches her nose at me as the car suddenly jolts to a stop. I look up to see that the tiny house I’d seen in the distance before towering over me.