prison. That’s why losing the Bowl of Tears
is such a big blow. It’s an old artifact with a lot of magic, with a lot
of power, and it can help the Reapers get closer to freeing Loki.”
I frowned. “So what happens if Loki gets free? What would be so bad about that?”
“Because the last time Loki was free, he
raised an army to try to kill the other gods, to enslave mortals, and to
bend everyone to his will. Hundreds of thousands of people died, Gwen.
And hundreds of thousands more will die if Loki is freed once more. The
world as we know it will be utterly destroyed.”
So the Chaos was death, destruction, and
blah, blah, blah, just like I’d thought. Another war, just like the one
that had been fought before. Except when Professor Metis talked about it
this time, a shiver swept up my spine. Like it was actually real. Like it could actually happen.
We left the main quad behind and stepped
onto one of the walkways that led out to the dorms. The student dorms
were smaller versions of the main academy buildings—lots of gray stone,
lots of thick, green ivy, lots of creepy statues everywhere.
Somehow, Metis knew that I roomed in Styx
Hall, without me even telling her. She walked me all the way up to the
front door. Since the student curfew was ten o’clock on weeknights and
the dorms automatically locked down after that, Metis had to swipe her
professor ID badge through the scanner to get the door to open for me.
I could have told her not to bother. That there was a sturdy p
