From Toledo to Detroit
Toledo Station, 8 am
The morning in Toledo was beautiful and cold, with the sun still partially hidden by clouds. Morgan removed her backpack from her shoulder, sitting in the waiting area, leaving all her belongings between her legs. Nico took her side, lifting the collar of his aviator coat, and zipping up, hiding the skull shirt.
– It looks like we might be here for a while.
– Yeah. – Morgan sighed – when I said I was going to Detroit by train, everyone suggested I’d take a plane just because of the bus trip. But traveling through the sky doesn’t seem, to me, a truly healthy option.
– I understand you perfectly.
They sighed together.
When Morgan learned the whereabouts of the book shewas looking for, days ago, never occurred to her that she would have company to travel. She lived in Brooklyn with other five brothers and an aggregate of the family. Titania, the oldest daughter of Hecate in the house was who rule it all, while Morgan and the others scrambled to gather and ensure the safety of other children of Hecate scattered around, before the construction of the Cabin at Camp Half-Blood. The task was hard and involved great difficulties and distances, but all were accustomed to the hard and severe training from Titania, so travelling looking for people was a breeze. The house was always bustling and noisy, so travelling were felt in a lonely way and the time was perceived in a very slow manner, so Morgan had become accustomed to taking things that could distract her. The company of Nico was nice and easy to deal with, but only when they arrived in Toledo she realized how much she was rusty in this thing called “social interaction”.
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