Earlier, when Morgan had left to check which points she would use to the magic barrier for the camp, she noticed an unnatural disturbance in the wind. If she still remembered well her training with her master, that meant that the spirits of nature were moving, although she didn’t knew where nor why. When she returned to camp the tempers were not the best, but wasn’t like they could, with all that storm falling endlessly. She thought it was best not to ask unnecessary questions, and when Leo asked everyone to help him fix the deck, she did not question the sudden rush.
And now she was with her sawed-off shotgun with non-lethal rubber ammunition, aimed towards the face of Jason Grace, the bully praetor, demanding the withdraw of his offenses against her brothers at that moment, or she would be willing to put “non-lethal” to test, with point-blank shots.
– Apologize for the shit you said Grace, or I’ll shoot you until you regret it!
– Settle down you two! – Piper ran, using all the charm she could focus at that time. Continuar a ler