The Argo II picked up speed, retreating north-west, as they’d been doing for the past two days.
Magical rigging lashed itself tight, and the ship tacked to port. Leo muttered some unflattering comments about numina, but he turned the wheel. Īnother boulder whistled through the air off to their starboard side. Unfortunately, Hazel guessed, judging from their last two encounters, Leo’s newest weapon had only annoyed the numina.
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The spheres grew spikes in midair, like helicopter blades, and hurtled away into the fog.Ī moment later, a series of explosions crackled across the mountains, followed by the outraged roars of mountain gods. Hazel just had time to cover her ears before it discharged into the sky, spraying a dozen metal spheres that trailed green fire. A few feet away, a trapdoor opened in the deck. ‘That’s not the point!’ Leo snatched up one of his controls, rigged from a Nintendo Wii stick, and spun it in a circle. ‘That’s the third time I’ve had to replace that mast! You think they grow on trees?’ ‘Stupid rock gods!’ Leo yelled from the helm. The scene disappeared in the fog, but when the mountain god bellowed again other numina answered in the distance, their voices echoing through the valleys. With his bare hands, he prised another chunk of rock from his mountain and began shaping it into a ball. He bellowed something Hazel didn’t understand, but it obviously wasn’t welcoming. He was about twenty feet tall and extremely muscular, with a flowing white beard, scraggly hair and a wild look in his eyes, like a crazy hermit.
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Like the others they had faced, this one wore a simple white tunic over skin as rough and dark as basalt. Whatever you called them, they were nasty. Standing at the summit was a mountain god – one of the numina montanum, Jason had called them. The clouds parted just long enough to reveal the top of the mountain below them: a spearhead of black rock jutting from mossy green slopes. Hazel peeked over more carefully this time. She helped him up, and they stumbled to the bow. ‘I’m fine,’ Nico muttered, kicking folds of canvas off his legs. ‘Nico!’ Hazel scrambled over to him as Leo brought the ship level. The boulder, roughly the size of a pickup truck, tumbled off into the fog like it had important business elsewhere. The foremast collapsed – sail, spars and Nico all crashing to the deck. The huge rock passed so close overhead it blew her hair out of her face.
She thought, Why is the moon coming at us? Then she yelped and hit the deck. A dark spherical shape hurtled towards her. Hazel made the mistake of looking over the rail. The Argo II veered left, its aerial oars slashing through the clouds like rows of knives. ‘Hard to port!’ Nico yelled from the foremast of the flying ship.īack at the helm, Leo yanked the wheel. She was peering into the fog, wondering how it could be so difficult to fly across one stupid mountain range, when the ship’s alarm bells sounded. D URING THE THIRD ATTACK, Hazel almost ate a boulder.
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