by Rick Riordan
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Hazel couldn’t believe it. She didn’t dare hope, but it had to be…“Arion. ”
“What?” Nico asked.
Leo let out a happy whoop as the dust cloud got closer. “It’s her horse, man! You missed that whole part. We haven’t seen him since Kansas!”
Hazel laughed—the first time she’d laughed in days. It felt so good to see her old friend.
About a mile to the north, the small beige dot circled a hill and stopped at the summit. He was difficult to make out, but when the horse reared and whinnied, the sound carried all the way to the Argo II. Hazel had no doubt—it was Arion.
“We have to meet him,” she said. “He’s here to help. ”
“Yeah, okay. ” Leo scratched his head. “But, uh, we talked about not landing the ship on the ground anymore, remember? You know, with Gaea wanting to destroy us, and all. ”
“Just get me close, and I’ll use the rope ladder. ” Hazel’s heart was pounding. “I think Arion wants to tell me something. ”