Part 2 (1/2)
I'd thought that we would start up the hill to the main quad so that the Protectorate could march me over to the math-science building and then down to the academy prison located there. But instead we veered left onto another path, heading toward the amphitheater that lay at the bottom of the hill next to the Library of Antiquities. I frowned. Why would we be going there? Surely, they weren't going to make me sit through some stupid a.s.sembly before they locked me away. Then again, maybe this was just another part of my impending punishment.
We stopped at the edge of the path, where it opened up into the amphitheater. Unlike the dark gray of the other buildings, the open-air theater was made out of bone-white stone that contained a rainbow of colors-sky blue, pearl pink, soft lilac. Those shades and more s.h.i.+mmered throughout the structure, as though a thousand Valkyries had given off sparks of magic that had somehow seeped into the stone.
The amphitheater was made out of a series of long, flat shallow steps that had been stacked on top of each other. The steps, which also served as seats, formed an enormous semicircle as they spiraled up the hill, and they all faced a stage that had been erected at the very bottom of the amphitheater. Four columns loomed over the stage, but my gaze flicked up to the tops of the columns, where stone chimeras crouched on round globes. Instead of glaring out at the crowd like usual, the chimeras' heads were lowered, and they were staring down at their curved claws, just like the sphinxes had. My unease cranked up another notch.
I dragged my gaze away from the chimeras and stared out into the amphitheater. Students, professors, and staff members had already gathered on the stone steps, all bundled up in heavy coats and gloves, their breath steaming in the sharp winter air until it looked like a thick fog had blanketed the whole area. No matter how cold it got, all the a.s.semblies took place out here, instead of in the warmer, more comfortable gym. I wasn't sure why. The Powers That Were probably thought the amphitheater was more official or something.
Despite the fact that we were on the edge of the area, worried murmurs still drifted over to me, as the students wondered what was going on.
”What do you think the a.s.sembly is about?”
”Maybe the Pantheon's managed to imprison Loki again.”
”Maybe not. Maybe Reapers are on their way here right now to kill us all.”
And on and on the rumors went, leaping from one mouth and one phone to another. Mutters, whispers, chirps, and beeps floated through the air, creating a strange symphony of sound.
I spotted Daphne Cruz, my best friend, and Carson Callahan, her band geek boyfriend, sitting on the steps about halfway up the hill. They had their heads close together, looking at something on Daphne's phone-probably my arrest at the coffee shop, judging from the shocked expression on the Valkyrie's face and the pink sparks of magic that were streaking out of her fingertips like lightning. Daphne always gave off more magic whenever she was surprised, worried, or upset. I was willing to bet she was all those things right now-and so was I.
I'd thought that we would stay on the edge of the amphitheater until the a.s.sembly was over, but instead Linus jerked his head at Sergei and Inari, who stepped even closer to me. My dread ballooned up in my stomach and rose into my throat, threatening to choke me from the inside out.
Logan noticed the men's movements, and he quit arguing with his dad long enough to turn around. Alexei stepped in front of the Spartan, holding up his hands.
”I don't want to fight you, Logan,” Alexei said. ”But you know I will.”
Logan looked at me, panic flaring in his blue eyes. Apparently, he knew what was about to happen-and that it wasn't anything good.
”Dad,” he said. ”Gwen hasn't done anything wrong. You have to believe me. Don't do this. Please.”
Linus stared at his son, his face expressionless. Then, he turned away from Logan.
”Make sure that she stays still and quiet through this,” Linus said. ”I don't want any interruptions.”
Inari and Sergei clamped their hands on my arms and dragged me forward, heading toward the steps that led up onto the stage. And I suddenly realized what the mysterious a.s.sembly was about-me and my supposed crimes against the Pantheon.
Chapter 3.
Inari and Sergei marched me across the amphitheater, up the steps, and onto the stage, with Linus following along behind us. The three men's heavy boots slapped against the wooden boards, and the dull sounds almost seemed to chant to me. Doom, doom, doom . . .
We stopped in the middle of the stage, and I stared out at everyone who made up Mythos Academy-students, professors, staff members. I looked at Daphne, who had her hands up over her mouth in horror. Carson had a similar stunned expression on his face. Oliver Hector, Morgan McDougall, Savannah Warren. My gaze went from one familiar face to another. All the kids in my second-year cla.s.s were here, along with the ones who'd apparently rushed back from the coffee shop for the a.s.sembly. Kenzie Tanaka, Talia Pizarro, Helena Paxton and her mean-girl friends. They must have raced up to the library, then hurried down the hill so they could get the last remaining seats at the very top of the amphitheater.
”Those guys have on Protectorate robes!”
”Hey, isn't that Gwen Frost? That weird Gypsy girl?”
”What's she doing on stage? What's going on? Why are they guarding her like that?”
More murmurs and questions rippled through the crowd, louder and sharper than before, but I shut them out of my mind and kept scanning the faces. Finally, I spotted Professor Aurora Metis standing off to the left side of the stage, along with Nickamedes, Coach Ajax, and Raven. The four of them made up the academy's security council and were responsible for keeping students safe at Mythos. I thought that had included me too, but it didn't look like that was the case-at least not anymore.
I stared at Metis, wondering if she'd known this was going to happen, if she'd tried to stop it. Worry filled her green eyes behind her silver gla.s.ses. Her face was tight with tension, and the tendons in her neck stood out against her bronze skin, like bowstrings about to snap. Beside her, Nickamedes was frowning, his black eyebrows furrowed together in thought. Ajax had his arms crossed over his big, burly chest. Only Raven seemed unconcerned, letting out a wide yawn and fiddling with her white hair, as though she was bored by the whole spectacle.
”Stay quiet through this, and it will go a lot easier on you,” Linus murmured to me.
I glared at him, but he was already striding over to a podium topped with a microphone that had been set up in the middle of the stage. He stood there, waiting for the crowd to quiet down, before leaning forward and speaking into the microphone.
”h.e.l.lo,” he said, his voice rolling out like thunder from the bottom to the top of the amphitheater. ”My name is Linus Quinn. Some of you may know me as the head of the Protectorate, the group charged with hunting down Reapers of Chaos. I'm also on the academy board of directors.”
So Linus was one of the Powers That Were at Mythos. I knew there were folks who watched over the academy, some group of people responsible for running things, some board that came up with the rules, regulations, and even the froufrou lunch menus. I'd always jokingly referred to them as the Powers That Were. Now, I had a feeling I was going to find out just how appropriate my nickname for them was.
”I know you've all had a lot of questions and concerns ever since Loki escaped a few weeks ago,” Linus continued. ”Rest a.s.sured that the Protectorate has been investigating the incident and doing everything we can to track down Loki and his Reapers before anyone else gets hurt, like your fellow students who were recently killed at the Crius Coliseum.”
Images flooded my mind at his words. Reapers storming into the coliseum, their curved swords flas.h.i.+ng, their black robes billowing out like clouds of death. Kids fighting, running, and trying to get away. Kids screaming as the Reapers rammed their weapons into them. A Reaper plunging his sword into Carson's chest. Blood, so much blood splas.h.i.+ng everywhere, like scarlet teardrops raining down on everything in sight- Linus cleared his throat, snapping me out of my horrible memories. ”Some serious accusations have come to light about what happened the night Loki was freed,” he said. ”That is why I and the other members of the Protectorate are here. To get to the bottom of these accusations, determine what really happened, and punish those involved accordingly.”
Somehow, I knew what he was going to say next.
”It appears that a Mythos Academy student actually helped Loki escape from Helheim, the prison realm where the other G.o.ds trapped him centuries ago.” Linus paused, then leaned forward even closer to the microphone. ”That student is Gwendolyn Frost, the girl you see on stage before you.”
Yeah, that was pretty much what I'd expected-and so was the crowd's reaction.
Shocked gasps rippled through the amphitheater, and just like at Kaldi's that emotion turned to horror, then anger. It seemed as if everyone drew in a breath, and then the surprised mutters exploded into a deafening roar. In seconds, everyone was on their feet screaming for my blood. A wave of collective rage and hate surged off the crowd, slamming into my stomach like a red-hot sword. Every angry shout, every enraged scream, every bitter word twisted the invisible blade in that much deeper, making me want to vomit from the phantom pain.
Practically everyone at Mythos had lost someone to the Reapers-a mother, a sister, a close friend-so the reaction was understandable. I wanted nothing more than to close my eyes, drop my head, and whimper at the feel of all the raging hate directed at me, but I forced myself to stand up tall and stare back at the people shouting curses at me.
”Quiet! Quiet!” Linus roared into the microphone.
It took several minutes for the crowd to finally calm down and for everyone to take their seats again. But they all kept staring at me, rage burning in their eyes. The phantom emotion kept stabbing me in the stomach again and again, until I had to grit my teeth to keep from screaming from the sensation.
”At this point, we have more questions than answers,” Linus said. ”To that end, we have arrested Miss Frost and will be conducting a trial and a full investigation into her actions. In the meantime, we will continue to search for Loki and his Reapers so we can deal with them accordingly. Rest a.s.sured, we will get to the bottom of this, and Loki will be imprisoned once more.”
Linus's mouth twisted, and he looked at Metis, who lifted her chin in defiance. ”In the meantime, in accordance with academy bylaws, Miss Frost will remain at Mythos until she is either acquitted or convicted of the many charges against her.”
A series of harsh boo-boo-boos erupted at his words, and he had to stop speaking once more.
Linus looked at Metis again, as if this was all her fault, giving me a clue as to what had happened. The professor must have found out what was going down and had somehow managed to keep me here at the academy instead of being taken away and thrown in some Protectorate prison.
I could have told her not to bother. Everyone hated me now because of what they thought I'd done-and maybe they weren't wrong to do so. After all, I was the one who'd found the Helheim Dagger, the last remaining seal on Loki's prison. But instead of keeping the dagger safe, I'd practically handed it over to Vivian Holler, the Reaper girl who was Loki's Champion, and she'd been all too happy to use the weapon and my blood to finally free the evil G.o.d. Sure, Vivian had tricked me, but the cold hard fact was that because of my actions Loki was out there somewhere, plotting with his Reapers about how to topple the Pantheon, about how to finally defeat Nike and plunge the world into eternal darkness.
Maybe everyone had a right to blame me.
Maybe everyone had a right to hate me.
Finally, after several minutes, the crowd quieted down again.
”Miss Frost has not been found guilty of anything yet, but in order for you to feel safe, I've arranged for her to be under close supervision while she is awaiting trial,” Linus said. ”Rest a.s.sured that a member of the Protectorate will accompany Miss Frost wherever she goes. In order to keep things as un.o.btrusive as possible, we've a.s.signed a third-year student from the London academy to help watch over Miss Frost as she goes about her daily schedule.”
Linus glanced at Alexei, who was standing at the bottom of the steps that led up to the stage, but he didn't point him out. So that's why Alexei was here-to watch me.