The Blood of Olympus - Dream Powers

“There.” Nico pointed toward Long Island Sound, where the lights of a large yacht gleamed a quarter mile offshore. “We could land on the deck of that ship. The Greeks control the sea.”

Reyna wasn’t sure the Greeks would be any friendlier than the Romans, but Pegasus seemed to like the idea. He banked toward the dark waters of the Sound.

The ship was a white pleasure craft a hundred feet long, with sleek lines and dark tinted portals. Painted on the bow in red letters was the name MI AMOR. On the forward deck was a helipad big enough for the Athena Parthenos.

Reyna saw no crew. She guessed the ship was a regular mortal vessel anchored for the night, but if she was wrong and the ship was a trap...

“It’s our best shot,” Nico said. “The horses are tired. We need to set down.”

She nodded reluctantly. “Let’s do it.”

Pegasus landed on the forward deck with Guido and Blackjack. The six other horses gently set the Athena Parthenos on the helipad and then settled around it. With their cables and harnesses, they looked like carousel animals.

Reyna dismounted. As she had two days ago, when she first met Pegasus, she knelt before the horse.

[...]

Hedge stared at the clouds in amazement. “Pegasus hasn’t shown himself in hundreds of years.” He patted Reyna on the back. “You did good, Roman.”

Reyna didn’t feel like she deserved credit for putting Scipio through so much suffering, but she forced down her feelings of guilt.

“Nico, we should check the ship,” she said. “If there’s anyone aboard—”

“Way ahead of you.” He stroked Blackjack’s muzzle. “I sense two mortals asleep in the main cabin. Nobody else. I’m no child of Hypnos, but I’ve sent some deep dreams their way. Should be enough to keep them snoozing until well after sunrise.”

Reyna tried not to stare at him. In the last few days he’d gotten so much stronger. Hedge’s nature magic had brought him back from the brink. She’d seen Nico do some impressive things, but manipulating dreams...had he always been able to do that?

Coach Hedge rubbed his hands eagerly. “So when can we go ashore? My wife is waiting!”

Reyna scanned the horizon. A Greek trireme patrolled just offshore, but it didn’t seem to have noticed their arrival. No alarms sounded. No signs of movement along the beach.


- The Blood of Olympus, Chapter 37