It was around two weeks into the quest when the Argo II and the rest of the seven demigods set sail to Athens. The impending prophecy was a shadow over everyone’s head, and a bad reminder of the war to come.

Leo stood at the wheel of the ship, occasionally talking to his metal dragon head, Festus, who was attached to the front of the ship, or just staring at the horizon. He’d been standing there steering for three hours straight, but he never noticed.