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.Leo stepped through, and the door began to close.He had a moment of panic, remembering that night in the machine shop long ago, when he’d been locked in.What if he got stuck in here? But then lights flickered on—a combination of electric fluorescents and wall-mounted torches.When Leo saw the cavern, he forgot about leaving.“Festus,” he muttered.“What is this place?”The dragon stomped to the center of the room, leaving tracks in the thick dust, and curled up on a large circular platform.The cave was the size of an airplane hangar, with endless worktables and storage cages, rows of garage-sized doors along either wall, and staircases that led up to a network of catwalks high above.Equipment was everywhere—hydraulic lifts, welding torches, hazard suits, air-spades, forklifts, plus something that looked suspiciously like a nuclear reaction chamber.Bulletin boards were covered with tattered, faded blueprints.And weapons, armor, shields—war supplies all over the place, a lot of them only partially finished.Hanging from chains far above the dragon’s platform was an old tattered banner almost too faded to read.The letters were Greek, but Leo somehow knew what they said: bunker 9.Did that mean nine as in the Hephaestus cabin, or nine as in there were eight others? Leo looked at Festus, still curled up on the platform, and it occurred to him that the dragon looked so content because it was home.It had probably been built on that pad.“Do the other kids know … ?” Leo’s question died as he asked it.Clearly, this place had been abandoned for decades.Cobwebs and dust covered everything.The floor revealed no footprints except for his, and the huge paw prints of the dragon.He was the first one in this bunker since … since a long time ago.Bunker 9 had been abandoned with a lot of projects half finished on the tables.Locked up and forgotten, but why?Leo looked at a map on the wall—a battle map of camp, but the paper was as cracked and yellow as onionskin.A date at the bottom read, 1864.“No way,” he muttered.Then he spotted a blueprint on a nearby bulletin board, and his heart almost leaped out of his throat.He ran to the worktable and stared up at a white-line drawing almost faded beyond recognition: a Greek ship from several different angles.Faintly scrawled words underneath it read: prophecy? unclear.flight?It was the ship he’d seen in his dreams—the flying ship.Someone had tried to build it here, or at least sketched out the idea.Then it was left, forgotten … a prophecy yet to come.And weirdest of all, the ship’s masthead was exactly like the one Leo had drawn when he was five—the head of a dragon.“Looks like you, Festus,” he murmured.“That’s creepy.”The masthead gave him an uneasy feeling, but Leo’s mind spun with too many other questions to think about it for long.He touched the blueprint, hoping he could take it down to study, but the paper crackled at his touch, so he left it alone.He looked around for other clues.No boats.No pieces that looked like parts of this project, but there were so many doors and storerooms to explore.Festus snorted like he was trying to get Leo’s attention, reminding him they didn’t have all night.It was true.Leo figured it would be morning in a few hours, and he’d gotten completely sidetracked.He’d saved the dragon, but it wasn’t going to help him on the quest.He needed something that would fly.Festus nudged something toward him—a leather tool belt that had been left next to his construction pad.Then the dragon switched on his glowing red eye beams and turned them toward the ceiling.Leo looked up to where the spotlights were pointing, and yelped when he recognized the shapes hanging above them in the darkness.“Festus,” he said in a small voice.“We’ve got work to do.”JASON DREAMED OF WOLVES.He stood in a clearing in the middle of a redwood forest.In front of him rose the ruins of a stone mansion.Low gray clouds blended with the ground fog, and cold rain hung in the air.A pack of large gray beasts milled around him, brushing against his legs, snarling and baring their teeth.They gently nudged him toward the ruins.Jason had no desire to become the world’s largest dog biscuit, so he decided to do what they wanted.The ground squelched under his boots as he walked.Stone spires of chimneys, no longer attached to anything, rose up like totem poles [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]