Como Nico conheceu Morgan – Pt. I

De Nova York à Toledo
Nova York, Albany Station, 20h

Nico di Angelo emergiu de uma sombra na estação. O fluxo de mortais não era grande naquela parte do terminal de trens, então ele não estava preocupado se havia sido visto ou não. Desde que ele havia começado sua busca pelas Portas da Morte, alguns meses antes, de tempos em tempos o garoto retornava ao mundo humano para descansar um pouco de sua missão solitária. O tempo passava e ele começava a ficar sem absolutamente nenhuma ideia dos locais onde poderia procurar, o que o deixava preocupado. Havia poucos lugares onde ele ainda não havia buscado e as opções restantes não eram animadoras.

Ele se encaminhava para a saída da estação quando, por cima das conversas das pessoas, passos indo e vindo, rodinhas de malas rodando pelo piso e anúncios nos autofalantes sobre os horários, chegas e partidas dos trens, ele teve a impressão de ouvir uma melodia. Começou baixa e meio tímida, mas começou a ganhar volume gradativamente, conforme o rapaz aproximava-se da fonte para ver o que grande parte da estação havia parado para ver também. Ali, com um violão cor de mogno pendurado numa bandoleira, uma menina se apresentava, o estojo do violão aberto no chão, provavelmente para receber gorjetas. Quando ela começou a cantar, era como ouvir a voz das próprias ninfas, doce e suave, mas havia uma nota profunda de melancolia nas pausas da música. Os cabelos pretos e brilhantes estavam soltos por baixo da boina de lã, e algumas mechas caíam-lhe sobre os ombros conforme ela se movia. Um casaco preto, também de lã, escorregava um pouco de um dos ombros, ficando mais baixo que o outro lado, junto com as mangas que por pouco não lhe cobriam os dedos, conferindo-lhe um charme assimétrico e descuidado, reforçado pelos coturnos surrados e o cachecol comprido. Enfim, quando a música terminou, ela fez uma mesura rápida, quase perdendo os óculos prateados de aro fino, rapidamente ajeitando-o com uma das mãos. Seu talento fora largamente recompensado pelas pessoas, que logo voltaram às suas rotinas, como se aquela música jamais tivesse passado-lhes pelos ouvidos, mas aquilo não pareceu incomodar a menina, que se colocara a arrumar suas coisas. Nico estava atônito, o único que não saíra de seu lugar ainda.
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House of Hades – Chapter VIII – Nico

Few things had taken Nico’s his life; the death of Bianca, getting stuck inside an amphora for a week, and now he could add to the list in formation: “witness a fight between two demigods in the middle of a storm”. A mixture of admiration and apprehension took over the boy when Morgan jumped over Jason with all her might, staring the son of Jupiter with the eyes of a predator. Curiosly, that Morgan reminded him very little of the Morgan he had known and helped to fight in the Central Park, many months before, but he had no doubt that he could heavily rely on someone who advocated theirs causes with such commitment and ferocity.

She was talking with Leo, tendeding the wound in her leg, seated on the deck of the Argus II. Nico had recovered the the daughter of Hecate’s rifle with sawed barrel of and now was heading towards the duo, to return it. Morgan was wobbling, seated, probably trying to scare away the pain, but incredibly she managed a smile when she noticed Nico nearby, just the way he saw her smile several times before.
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House of Hades – Chapter VI – Jason


Jason would have liked to slept all that night, but it was not time to think of such a thing. Leo had sounded the alarm and everyone ran to the deck.

The wind was strong and wild. If they were surprised by the number of monsters in Mount Pindo, the son of Zeus had grounds for a new surprise: Jason had never seen so many nature spirits together as he saw now. They were heading toward the Argus II with a not very friendly expression, marching as a mass through the slope, armed, shouting, hissing, screeching and all other sounds that were capable of emitting. Hazel didn’t take long to outflank him, accompanied by Piper and Leo. Frank was left behind along with Nico, and Coach Hedge yelled something about not having time to not even use the bathroom in peace, as he ran with a piece of toilet paper stuck to the hull. Jason was thinking how much he didn’t needed that image of the satyr, when again he focused on the nature spirits.

– They are furious, the nature spirits. – Piper was apprehensive.
– Yes but… except an avalanche on the mountain there behind, what we could have done for this?
– Must be a thing of Gaia. – Jason wielded his sword of imperial gold, taking the front of the group
– Whatever! Let’s show them who’s with reason with our fists! – Coach punched the air, energetic
– I thought Satyrs could also be considered a type of nature spirit…
– Come closer so I can show you all my natural spirituality, Valdez!
– Where is Morgan? – Hazel looked sideways, apprehensive. Continuar a ler

Rick Riordan reads a stretch of "House of Hades" (Legendado Pt-Br)

Salve galera! Hoje venho com uma notícia quentinha do livro A Casa de Hades. Foi divulgado hoje na página oficial de Percy Jackson no Facebook um vídeo exibindo o autor da saga de Os Herois do Olimpo, Rick Riordan, lendo um trecho do livro exatamente na cena onde Percy e Annabeth aparecem no Tártaro, aparentemente do ponto de vista de Annabeth, onde eles começam sua jornada no Tártaro. Confira a tradução feita pelo site Percy Brasil no vídeo abaixo, com o vídeo original com legendas em português abaixo.

Hey Demigods! Today I’m here with a information about the book House of Hades. Today was released in the official Percy Jackson’s Facebook page a video showing the author of the saga of The Heroes of Olympus, Rick Riordan, reading a stretch from the book in the scene where Percy and Annabeth appear in Tartarus, apparently from the Annabeth’s point of view, where they begin their journey into Tartarus. Check it out the video below (with subtitles in pt-br for the brazilian fans):

House of Hades – Chapter V – Reyna

It was a dark night with almost no stars in the sky. On the horizon, a simple gray band made it clear that they were close to a big city, in the case, New York. Long Island was a place incredibly beautiful and nice and even away from the beach you could feel the faintest scent of sea air. Inside the closed tent of the war meeting, Reyna would like to be able to think better about what they are discussing, but they had walked in circles in various subjects and advanced uselessly to exhaustion until dawn. The scouts returning gradually, timid, disappointed by a raid without results on the location of Camp Half-Blood. At the camp formed tents of  perfectly homogeneous red and gold  tissue, where banners fluttered majestically with the sea wind, the spirit you saw in the Roman soldiers was not exactly imposing or brave. They were tired from the long trip. Mentally tired of the long absence of tangible results.

When the last member of the council of war left the tent, everything Reyna wanted was sleep. She was at the forefront of the group that would attack Camp Half-Blood, along with his best demigods. However, each negative result of the scouts on the exact location of the campsite made the Praetor ask herself if the lack of results was not a sign from the gods to desist from that raid driven by revenge. She was ready to sleep when she heard a familiar voice from outside the tent, Samantha, the last of the scouts to return that night. Continuar a ler