Chapter Text
2009
Jason's POV
Even before he got electrocuted, Jason was having a rotten day.
Played by: Lucas Till
He woke in the backseat of a school bus, not sure where he was, holding hands with a girl he didn't know. That wasn't necessarily the rotten part.
The girl was cute, but he couldn't figure out who she was or what he was doing there. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying to think.
A few dozen kids sprawled in the seats in front of him, listening to iPods, talking, or sleeping. They all looked around his age ... fifteen? Sixteen?
Okay, that was scary. He didn't know his own age.
The bus rumbled along a bumpy road. Out the windows, desert rolled by under a bright blue sky. Jason was pretty sure he didn't live in the desert. He
tried to think back ... the last thing he remembered ...
The girl squeezed his hand.
Girl: Jason, you okay?
She wore faded jeans, hiking boots, and a fleece snowboarding jacket. Her chocolate brown hair was cut choppy and uneven, with thin strands braided down the sides. She wore no makeup like she was trying not to draw attention to herself, but it didn't work. She was seriously pretty. Her eyes seemed to change color like a kaleidoscope—brown, blue, and green.
Played by: Blu Hunt
Jason let go of her hand.
Jason: Um, I don't—
Teacher: Alright, cupcakes, listen up!
The guy was obviously a coach. His baseball cap was pulled low over his hair, so you could just see his beady eyes. He had a wispy goatee and a sour face, like he'd eaten something moldy. His buff arms and chest pushed against a bright orange polo shirt. His nylon workout pants and Nikes were spotless white. A whistle hung from his neck, and a megaphone was clipped to his belt. He would've looked pretty scary if he hadn't been five feet zero.
Played by: Seth Rogen
???: Stand up, Coach Hedge!
Coach Hedge: I heard that!
The coach scanned the bus for the offender. Then his eyes fixed on Jason, and his scowl deepened.
A jolt went down Jason's spine. He was sure the coach knew he didn't belong there. He was going to call Jason out, demand to know what he was doing on the bus—and Jason wouldn't have a clue what to say.
But Coach Hedge looked away and cleared his throat.
Coach Hedge: We'll arrive in five minutes! Stay with your partner. Don't lose your worksheet. And if any of you precious little cupcakes causes any trouble on this trip, I will personally send you back to campus the hard way.
He picked up a baseball bat and made like he was hitting a homer.
Jason: (to the girl) Can he talk to us that way?
Girl: (shrugs) Always does. This is the Wilderness School. 'Where kids are the animals.'
She said it like it was a joke they'd shared before.
Jason: This is some kind of mistake. I'm not supposed to be here.
The boy in front of him turned and laughed.
Boy: Yeah, right, Jason. We've all been framed! I didn't run away six times. Piper didn't steal a BMW.
Piper: (blushes) I didn't steal that car, Leo!
Leo: Oh, I forgot, Piper. What was your story? You 'talked' the dealer into lending it to you?
He raised his eyebrows at Jason like, Can you believe her?
Leo looked like a Latino Santa's elf, with curly black hair, pointy ears, a cheerful, babyish face, and a mischievous smile that told you right away this guy should not be trusted around matches or sharp objects. His long, nimble fingers wouldn't stop moving—drumming on the seat, sweeping his hair behind his ears, fiddling with the buttons of his army fatigue jacket. Either the kid was naturally hyper, or he was hopped up on enough sugar and caffeine to give a heart attack to a water buffalo.
Played by: Iñaki Godoy
Leo: Anyway, I hope you've got your worksheet, 'cause I used mine for spit wads days ago. Why are you looking at me like that? Somebody draw on my face again?
Jason: I don't know you.
Leo: (grins) Sure. I'm not your best friend. I'm his evil clone.
Coach Hedge: Leo Valdez! Problem back there?
Leo: (winks at Jason) Watch this. (turns to Coach Hedge) Sorry, Coach! I was having trouble hearing you. Could you use your megaphone, please?
Coach Hedge grunted like he was pleased to have an excuse. He unclipped the megaphone from his belt and continued giving directions, but his voice came out like Darth Vader's. The kids cracked up. The coach tried again, but this time the megaphone blared...
???: The cow says moo!
The kids howled, and the coach slammed down the megaphone.
Coach Hedge: VALDEZ!
Piper: My god, Leo. How did you do that?
Leo slipped a tiny Phillips head screwdriver from his sleeve.
Leo: I'm a special boy.
Jason: Guys, seriously. What am I doing here? Where are we going?
Piper: Jason, are you joking?
Jason: No! I have no idea—
Leo: Aw, yeah, he's joking. He's trying to get me back for that shaving cream on the Jell-O thing, aren't you?
Jason stared at him blankly.
Piper: No, I think he's serious.
Piper tried to take his hand again, but he pulled it away.
Jason: I'm sorry. I don't—I can't—
Coach Hedge: That's it! The back row has just volunteered to clean up after lunch!
The rest of the kids cheered.
Leo: (mutters) There's a shocker.
But Piper kept her eyes on Jason, like she couldn't decide whether to be hurt or worried.
Piper: Did you hit your head or something? You really don't know who we are?
Jason: (shrugs) It's worse than that. I don't know who I am.
The bus dropped them in front of a big red stucco complex like a museum, just sitting in the middle of nowhere. Maybe that's what it was: the National Museum of Nowhere, Jason thought. A cold wind blew across the desert. Jason hadn't paid much attention to what he was wearing, but it wasn't nearly warm enough: jeans and sneakers, a purple T-shirt, and a thin black windbreaker.
Leo: So, a crash course for the amnesiac: We go to the 'Wilderness School', which means we're 'bad kids.' Your family, or the court, or whoever, decided you were too much trouble, so they shipped you off to this lovely prison—sorry, 'boarding school'—in Armpit, Nevada, where you learn valuable nature skills like running ten miles a day through the cacti and weaving daisies into hats! And for a special treat we go on 'educational' field trips with Coach Hedge, who keeps order with a baseball bat. Is it all coming back to you now?
Jason: No.
Jason glanced apprehensively at the other kids: maybe twenty guys, half that many girls. None of them looked like hardened criminals, but he wondered what they'd all done to get sentenced to a school for delinquents, and he wondered why he belonged with them.
Leo: (rolls his eyes) You're really gonna play this out, huh? Okay, so the three of us started here together this semester. We're totally tight. You do everything I say and give me your dessert and do my chores—
Piper: Leo!
Leo: Fine. Ignore that last part. But we are friends. Well, Piper's a little more than your friend, the last few weeks—
Piper: Leo, stop it!
Piper's face turned red. Jason could feel his face burning too. He thought he'd remember if he'd been going out with a girl like Piper.
Piper: He's got amnesia or something. We've got to tell somebody.
Leo: (scoffs) Who, Coach Hedge? He'd try to fix Jason by whacking him upside the head.
The coach was at the front of the group, barking orders and blowing his whistle to keep the kids in line; but every so often he'd glance back at Jason and scowl.
Piper: Leo, Jason needs help. He's got a concussion or—
???: Yo, Piper.
One of the other guys dropped back to join them as the group was heading into the museum. The new guy wedged himself between Jason and Piper and knocked Leo down.
Dude: Don't talk to these bottom-feeders. You're my partner, remember?
The new guy had dark hair cut Superman style, a deep tan, and teeth so white they should've come with a warning label: do not stare directly at teeth. permanent blindness may occur. He wore a Dallas Cowboys jersey, Western jeans, and boots, and he smiled like he was God's gift to juvenile delinquent girls everywhere. Jason hated him instantly.
Piper: Go away, Dylan. I didn't ask to work with you.
Dylan: Ah, that's no way to be. This is your lucky day!
Dylan hooked his arm through hers and dragged her through the museum entrance. Piper shot one last look over her shoulder like, 911.
Leo got up and brushed himself off.
Leo: I hate that guy.
He offered Jason his arm like they should go skipping inside together.
Leo: "I'm Dylan. I'm so cool, I want to date myself, but I can't figure out how! You want to date me instead? You're so lucky!"
Jason: Leo, you're weird.
Leo: (grins) Yeah, you tell me that a lot. But if you don't remember me, that means I can reuse all my old jokes. Come on!
Jason figured that if this was his best friend, his life must be pretty messed up; but he followed Leo into the museum.
They walked through the building, stopping here and there for Coach Hedge to lecture them with his megaphone, which alternately made him sound like a Sith Lord or blared out random comments like "The pig says oink."
Leo kept pulling out nuts, bolts, and pipe cleaners from the pockets of his army jacket and putting them together like he had to keep his hands busy at all times.
Jason was too distracted to pay much attention to the exhibits, but they were about the Grand Canyon and the Hualapai tribe, which owned the museum.
Some girls kept looking over at Piper and Dylan and snickering. Jason figured these girls were the popular clique. They wore matching jeans and pink tops and enough makeup for a Halloween party.
Girl: Hey, Piper, does your tribe run this place? Do you get in free if you do a rain dance?
The other girls laughed. Even Piper's so-called partner Dylan suppressed a smile. Piper's snowboarding jacket sleeves hid her hands, but Jason got the feeling she was clenching her fists.
Piper: My dad's Cherokee. Not Hualapai. 'Course, you'd need a few brain cells to know the difference, Isabel.
Isabel widened her eyes in mock surprise so that she looked like an owl with a makeup addiction.
Isabel: Oh, sorry! Was your mom in this tribe? Oh, that's right. You never knew your mom.
Piper: Piper charged her, but before a fight could start...
Coach Hedge: Enough back there! Set a good example or I'll break out my baseball bat!
The group shuffled on to the next exhibit, but the girls kept calling out little comments to Piper.
Girl 2: Good to be back on the rez?
Girl 3: Dad's probably too drunk to work. That's why she turned klepto.
Piper ignored them, but Jason was ready to punch them himself. He might not remember Piper, or even who he was, but he knew he hated mean kids.
Leo caught his arm.
Leo: Be cool. Piper doesn't like us fighting her battles. Besides, if those bitches found out the truth about her dad, they'd be all bowing down to her and screaming, "We're not worthy!"
Jason: Why? What about her dad?
Leo: (laughs) You're not kidding? You really don't remember that your girlfriend's dad—
Jason: Look, I wish I did, but I don't even remember her, much less her dad.
Leo: (whistles) Whatever. We have to talk when we get back to the dorm.
They reached the far end of the exhibit hall, where some big glass doors led out to a terrace.
Coach Hedge: Alright, cupcakes. You are about to see the Grand Canyon. Try not to break it. The skywalk can hold the weight of seventy jumbo jets, so you featherweights should be safe out there. If possible, try to avoid pushing each other over the edge, as that would cause me extra paperwork.
The coach opened the doors, and they all stepped outside. The Grand Canyon spread before them, live and in person. Extending over the edge was a horseshoe-shaped walkway made of glass, so you could see right through it.
Leo: Man. This is wicked.
Jason had to agree. Despite his amnesia and his feeling that he didn't belong there, he couldn't help being impressed.
The canyon was bigger and wider than you could appreciate from a picture. They were up so high that birds circled below their feet. Five hundred feet down, a river snaked along the canyon floor. Banks of storm clouds had moved overhead while they'd been inside, casting shadows like angry faces across the cliffs. As far as Jason could see in any direction, red and gray ravines cut through the desert like some crazy god had taken a knife to it.
Jason got a piercing pain behind his eyes. Crazy gods...Where had he come up with that idea? He felt like he'd gotten close to something important—something he should know about. He also got the unmistakable feeling he was in danger.
Leo: You alright? You're not going to throw up over the side, are you? 'Cause I should've brought my camera.
Jason grabbed the railing. He was shivering and sweaty, but it had nothing to do with heights. He blinked, and the pain behind his eyes subsided.
Jason: I'm fine. Just a headache.
Thunder rumbled overhead. A cold wind almost knocked him sideways.
Leo: This can't be safe. Storm's right over us, but it's clear all the way around. Weird, huh?
Jason looked up and saw Leo was right. A dark circle of clouds had parked itself over the skywalk, but the rest of the sky in every direction was perfectly clear. Jason had a bad feeling about that.
Coach Hedge: Alright, cupcakes! We may have to cut this short, so get to work! Remember, complete sentences!
The storm rumbled, and Jason's head began to hurt again. Not knowing why he did it, he reached into his jeans pocket and brought out a coin—a circle of gold the size of a half-dollar, but thicker and more uneven. Stamped on one side was a picture of a battle-ax. On the other was some guy's face wreathed in laurels. The inscription said something like ivlivs.
Leo: Damn, is that gold? You been holding out on me!
Jason put the coin away, wondering how he'd come to have it, and why he had the feeling he was going to need it soon.
Jason: It's nothing. Just a coin.
Leo shrugged. Maybe his mind had to keep moving as much as his hands.
Leo: Come on. Dare you to spit over the edge.
They didn't try very hard on the worksheet. For one thing, Jason was too distracted by the storm and his own mixed-up feelings. For another thing, he didn't have any idea how to "name three sedimentary strata you observe" or "describe two examples of erosion."
Leo was no help. He was too busy building a helicopter out of pipe cleaners.
Leo: Check it out.
He launched the copter. Jason figured it would plummet, but the pipe-cleaner blades actually spun. The little copter made it halfway across the canyon before it lost momentum and spiraled into the void.
Jason: How'd you do that?
Leo: (shrugs) Would've been cooler if I had some rubber bands.
Jason: Seriously, are we friends?
Leo: Last I checked.
Jason: You sure? What was the first day we met? What did we talk about?
Leo: It was...I don't recall exactly. I'm ADHD, man. You can't expect me to remember details.
Jason: But I don't remember you at all. I don't remember anyone here. What if—
Leo: You're right and everyone else is wrong? You think you just appeared here this morning, and we've all got fake memories of you?
A little voice in Jason's head said, That's exactly what I think.
But it sounded crazy. Everybody here took him for granted. Everyone acted like he was a normal part of the class—except for Coach Hedge.
Jason: (hands Leo the worksheet) Take the worksheet. I'll be right back.
Before Leo could protest, Jason headed across the skywalk.
Their school group had the place to themselves. Maybe it was too early in the day for tourists, or maybe the weird weather had scared them off. The Wilderness School kids had spread out in pairs across the skywalk. Most were joking around or talking. Some of the guys were dropping pennies over the side. About fifty feet away, Piper was trying to fill out her worksheet, but her stupid partner Dylan was hitting on her, putting his hand on her shoulder and giving her that blinding white smile. She kept pushing him away, and when she saw Jason, she gave him a look like, Throttle this guy for me.
Jason motioned for her to hang on. He walked up to Coach Hedge, who was leaning on his baseball bat, studying the storm clouds.
Coach Hedge: Did you do this?
Jason: Do what?
It sounded like the coach had just asked if he'd made the thunderstorm.
Coach Hedge glared at him, his beady little eyes glinting under the brim of his cap.
Coach Hedge: Don't play games with me, kid. What are you doing here, and why are you messing up my job?
Jason: You mean...you don't know me? I'm not one of your students?
Coach Hedge: (snorts) Never seen you before today.
Jason was so relieved he almost wanted to cry. At least he wasn't going insane. He was in the wrong place.
Jason: Look, sir, I don't know how I got here. I just woke up on the school bus. All I know is I'm not supposed to be here.
Coach Hedge: Got that right. You got a powerful way with the Mist, kid, if you can make all these people think they know you; but you can't fool me. I've been smelling monster for days now. I knew we had an infiltrator, but you don't smell like a monster. You smell like a half-blood. So—who are you, and where'd you come from?
Most of what the coach said didn't make sense, but Jason decided to answer honestly.
Jason: I don't know who I am. I don't have any memories. You've got to help me.
Coach Hedge studied his face like was trying to read Jason's thoughts.
Coach Hedge: Great. You're being truthful.
Jason: Of course, I am! And what was all that about monsters and half-bloods? Are those code words or something?
Hedge narrowed his eyes. Part of Jason wondered if the guy was just nuts. But the other part knew better.
Coach Hedge: Look, kid, I don't know who you are. I just know what you are, and it means trouble. Now I got to protect three of you rather than two. Are you the special package? Is that it?
Jason: What are you talking about?
Hedge looked at the storm. The clouds were getting thicker and darker, hovering right over the skywalk.
Coach Hedge: This morning, I got a message from camp. They said an extraction team is on the way. They're coming to pick up a special package, but they wouldn't give me details. I thought to myself, Fine. The two I'm watching are pretty powerful, older than most. I know they're being stalked. I can smell a monster in the group. I figure that's why the camp is suddenly frantic to pick them up. But then you pop up out of nowhere. So, are you the special package?
The pain behind Jason's eyes got worse than ever. Half-bloods. Camp. Monsters. He still didn't know what Hedge was talking about, but the words gave him a massive brain freeze—like his mind was trying to access information that should've been there but wasn't.
He stumbled, and Coach Hedge caught him. For a short guy, the coach had hands like steel.
Coach Hedge: Whoa, there, cupcake. You say you got no memories, huh? Fine. I'll just have to watch you, too, until the team gets here. We'll let the director figure things out.
Jason: What director? What camp?
Coach Hedge: Just sit tight. Reinforcements should be here soon. Hopefully, nothing happens before—
Lightning crackled overhead. The wind picked up with a vengeance. Worksheets flew into the Grand Canyon, and the entire bridge shuddered. Kids screamed, stumbling and grabbing the rails.
Coach Hedge: (under his breath) I had to say something.
He lifted his megaphone.
Coach Hedge: Everyone inside! The pig says, "You have the right to remain silent!" Off the skywalk!
Jason: I thought you said this thing was stable!
Coach Hedge: Under normal circumstances, which these aren't. Come on!
The storm churned into a miniature hurricane. Funnel clouds snaked toward the skywalk like the tendrils of a monster jellyfish.
Kids screamed and ran for the building. The wind snatched away their notebooks, jackets, hats, and backpacks. Jason skidded across the slick floor.
Leo lost his balance and almost toppled over the railing, but Jason grabbed his jacket and pulled him back.
Leo: Thanks, man!
Coach Hedge: GO, GO, GO!
Piper and Dylan were holding the doors open, herding the other kids inside. Piper's snowboarding jacket was flapping wildly, her dark hair all in her face. Jason thought she must've been freezing, but she looked calm and confident—telling the others it would be okay, encouraging them to keep moving.
Jason, Leo, and Coach Hedge ran toward them, but it was like running through quicksand. The wind seemed to fight them, pushing them back.
Dylan and Piper pushed one more kid inside, then lost their grip on the doors. They slammed shut, closing off the skywalk.
Piper tugged at the handles. Inside, the kids pounded on the glass, but the doors seemed to be stuck.
Piper: Dylan, help!
Dylan just stood there with an idiotic grin, his Cowboys jersey rippling in the wind like he was suddenly enjoying the storm.
Dylan: Sorry, Piper. I'm done helping.
He flicked his wrist, and Piper flew backward, slamming into the doors and sliding to the skywalk deck.
Jason: PIPER!
Jason tried to charge forward, but the wind was against him, and Coach Hedge pushed him back.
Jason: COACH, LET ME GO!
Coach Hedge: Jason, Leo, stay behind me. This is my fight. I should've known that was our monster.
Leo: What?! What monster?!
The coach's cap blew off, and sticking up above his curly hair were two bumps—like the knots cartoon characters get when they're bonked on the head. Coach Hedge lifted his baseball bat—but it wasn't a regular bat anymore. Somehow it had changed into a crudely shaped tree-branch club, with twigs and leaves still attached.
Dylan: (smiles) Oh, come on, Coach. Let the boy attack me! After all, you're getting too old for this. Isn't that why they retired you to this stupid school? I've been on your team the entire season, and you didn't even know. You're losing your nose, Grandpa.
The coach made an angry sound like an animal bleating.
Coach Hedge: That's it, cupcake. You're going down.
Dylan: (laughs) You think you can protect three half-bloods at once, old man? Good luck.
Dylan pointed at Leo, and a funnel cloud materialized around him. Leo flew off the skywalk like he'd been tossed. Somehow, he managed to twist in midair and slammed sideways into the canyon wall. He skidded, clawing furiously for any handhold. Finally, he grabbed a thin ledge about fifty feet below the skywalk and hung there by his fingertips.
Leo: HELP! ROPE, PLEASE?! BUNGEE CORD?! SOMETHING?!
Coach Hedge cursed and tossed Jason his club.
Coach Hedge: I don't know who you are, kid, but I hope you're good. (points at Dylan) Keep that thing busy while I get Leo.
Jason: Get him how? You going to fly?
Coach Hedge: Not fly. Climb.
Hedge kicked off his shoes, and Jason almost had a coronary. The coach didn't have any feet. He had hooves—goat's hooves. Which meant those things on his head, Jason realized, weren't bumps. They were horns.
Jason: You're a faun.
Coach Hedge: Satyr! Fauns are Roman. But we'll talk about that later.
Hedge leaped over the railing. He sailed toward the canyon wall and hit hooves first. He bounded down the cliff with impossible agility, finding footholds no bigger than postage stamps, dodging whirlwinds that tried to attack him as he picked his way toward Leo.
Dylan: Isn't that cute! (turns to Jason) Now it's your turn, boy.
Jason threw the club. It seemed useless with the winds so strong, but the club flew right at Dylan, even curving when he tried to dodge, and smacked him on the head so hard he fell to his knees.
Piper wasn't as dazed as she appeared. Her fingers closed around the club when it rolled next to her, but before she could use it, Dylan rose. Blood—golden blood—trickled from his forehead.
Dylan: Nice try, boy. But you'll have to do better.
The skywalk shuddered. Hairline fractures appeared in the glass. Inside the museum, kids stopped banging on the doors. They backed away, watching in terror.
Dylan's body dissolved into smoke as if his molecules were coming unglued. He had the same face, the same brilliant white smile, but his whole form was suddenly composed of swirling black vapor, his eyes like electrical sparks in a living storm cloud. He sprouted black smoky wings and rose above the skywalk. If angels could be evil, Jason decided, they would look exactly like this.
Jason: You're a Ventus. A storm spirit.
Dylan's laugh sounded like a tornado tearing off a roof.
Dylan: I'm glad I waited, demigod. Leo and Piper, I've known about for weeks. Could've killed them at any time. But my mistress said a third was coming—someone special. She'll reward me greatly for your death!
Two more funnel clouds touched down on either side of Dylan and turned into venti—ghostly young men with smoky wings and eyes that flickered with lightning.
Piper stayed down, pretending to be dazed, her hand still gripping the club. Her face was pale, but she gave Jason a determined look, and he understood the message: Keep their attention. I'll brain them from behind.
Cute, smart, and violent. Jason wished he remembered having her as a girlfriend.
He clenched his fists and got ready to charge, but he never got a chance.
Dylan raised his hand, arcs of electricity running between his fingers, and blasted Jason in the chest.
BANG! Jason found himself flat on his back. His mouth tasted like burning aluminum foil. He lifted his head and saw that his clothes were smoking.
The lightning bolt had gone straight through his body and blasted off his left shoe. His toes were black with soot.
The storm spirits were laughing. The winds raged. Piper was screaming defiantly, but it all sounded tinny and far away.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jason saw Coach Hedge climbing the cliff with Leo on his back. Piper was on her feet, desperately swinging the club to fend off the two extra storm spirits, but they were just toying with her. The club went right through their bodies like they weren't there. And Dylan, a dark and winged tornado with eyes, loomed over Jason.
Jason: Stop.
He rose unsteadily to his feet, and he wasn't sure who was more surprised: him, or the storm spirits.
Dylan: How are you alive? That was enough lightning to kill twenty men!
Jason: My turn.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the gold coin. He let his instincts take over, flipping the coin in the air like he'd done it a thousand times. He caught it in his palm, and suddenly he was holding a sword—a wickedly sharp double-edged weapon. The ridged grip fit his fingers perfectly, and the whole thing was gold—hilt, handle, and blade.
Dylan snarled and backed up. He looked at his two comrades.
Dylan: WELL?! KILL HIM!
The other storm spirits didn't look happy with that order, but they flew at Jason, their fingers crackling with electricity.
Jason swung at the first spirit. His blade passed through it, and the creature's smoky form disintegrated. The second spirit let loose a bolt of lightning, but Jason's blade absorbed the charge. Jason stepped in—one quick thrust, and the second storm spirit dissolved into gold powder.
Dylan wailed in outrage. He looked down as if expecting his comrades to re-form, but their gold dust remained dispersed in the wind.
Dylan: Impossible! Who are you, half-blood?!
Piper was so stunned she dropped her club.
Piper: Jason, how...?
Then Coach Hedge leaped back onto the skywalk and dumped Leo like a sack of flour.
Coach Hedge: SPIRITS, FEAR ME!
He flexed his short arms. Then he looked around and realized there was only Dylan.
Coach Hedge: (to Jason) Curse it, boy! Didn't you leave some for me? I like a challenge!
Leo got to his feet, breathing hard. He looked completely humiliated, his hands bleeding from clawing at the rocks.
Leo: Yo, Coach Supergoat, whatever you are—I just fell down the freaking Grand Canyon! Stop asking for challenges!
Dylan hissed at them, but Jason could see fear in his eyes.
Dylan: You have no idea how many enemies you've awakened, half-bloods. My mistress will destroy all demigods. This war you cannot win.
Above them, the storm exploded into a full-force gale. Cracks expanded in the skywalk. Sheets of rain poured down, and Jason had to crouch to keep his balance.
A hole opened in the clouds—a swirling vortex of black and silver.
Dylan: The mistress calls me back! And you, demigod, will come with me!
He lunged at Jason, but Piper tackled the monster from behind. Even though he was made of smoke, Piper somehow managed to connect. Both of them went sprawling. Leo, Jason, and the coach surged forward to help, but the spirit screamed with rage. He let loose a torrent that knocked them all backward. Jason and Coach Hedge landed on their butts. Jason's sword skidded across the glass. Leo hit the back of his head and curled on his side, dazed and groaning. Piper got the worst of it. She was thrown off Dylan's back and hit the railing, tumbling over the side until she was hanging by one hand over the abyss.
Dylan: I'll settle for this one!
He grabbed Leo's arm and began to rise, towing a half-conscious Leo below him. The storm spun faster, pulling them upward like a vacuum cleaner.
Piper: HELP! SOMEBODY!
Then she slipped, screaming as she fell.
Coach Hedge: JASON, GO! SAVE HER!
The coach launched himself at the spirit with some serious goat fu—lashing out with his hooves, knocking Leo free from the spirit's grasp. Leo dropped safely to the floor, but Dylan grappled the coach's arms instead. Hedge tried to head-butt him, then kicked him and called him a cupcake. They rose into the air, gaining speed.
Coach Hedge: SAVE HER! I GOT THIS!
Then the satyr and the storm spirit spiraled into the clouds and disappeared.
Save her? Jason thought. She's gone!
But again, his instincts won. He ran to the railing, thinking, I'm a lunatic, and jumped over the side.
Jason wasn't scared of heights. He was scared of being smashed against the canyon floor five hundred feet below. He figured he hadn't accomplished anything except for dying along with Piper, but he tucked in his arms and plummeted headfirst. The sides of the canyon raced past like a film on fast-forward. His face felt like it was peeling off.
In a heartbeat, he caught up with Piper, who was flailing wildly. He tackled her waist and closed his eyes, waiting for death. Piper screamed. The wind whistled in Jason's ears. He wondered what dying would feel like. He was thinking, probably not so good. He wished somehow they could never hit bottom.
Suddenly the wind died. Piper's scream turned into a strangled gasp. Jason thought they must be dead, but he hadn't felt any impact.
Piper: J-J-Jason.
He opened his eyes. They weren't falling. They were floating in midair, a hundred feet above the river. He hugged Piper tight, and she repositioned herself so she was hugging him too. They were nose to nose. Her heart beat so hard, Jason could feel it through her clothes.
Her breath smelled like cinnamon.
Piper: How did you—
Jason: I didn't. I think I would know if I could fly...
But then he thought: I don't even know who I am.
He imagined going up. Piper yelped as they shot a few feet higher. They weren't exactly floating, Jason decided. He could feel pressure under his feet like they were balancing at the top of a geyser.
Jason: The air is supporting us!
Piper: Well, tell it to support us more! Get us out of here!
Jason looked down. The easiest thing would be to sink gently to the canyon floor. Then he looked up. The rain had stopped. The storm clouds didn't seem as bad, but they were still rumbling and flashing. There was no guarantee the spirits were gone for good. He had no idea what had happened to Coach Hedge. And he'd left Leo up there, barely conscious.
Piper: We have to help them. Can you—
Jason: Let's see.
Jason thought Up, and instantly they shot skyward.
The fact he was riding the winds might've been cool under different circumstances, but he was too much in shock. As soon as they landed on the skywalk, they ran to Leo.
Piper turned Leo over, and he groaned. His army coat was soaked from the rain. His curly hair glittered gold from rolling around in monster dust. But at least he wasn't dead.
Leo: Stupid...ugly...goat.
Piper: Where did he go?
Leo: (points straight up) Never came down. Please tell me he didn't actually save my life.
Jason: Twice.
Leo: (groans) What happened? The tornado guy, the gold sword...I hit my head. That's it, right? I'm hallucinating?
Jason had forgotten about the sword. He walked over to where it was lying and picked it up. The blade was well-balanced. On a hunch, he flipped it. Mid spin, the sword shrank back into a coin and landed in his palm.
Leo: Yep. Definitely hallucinating.
Piper shivered in her rain-soaked clothes.
Piper: Jason, those things—
Jason: Venti. Storm spirits.
Piper: Okay. You acted like...like you'd seen them before. Who are you?
Jason: (shakes his head) That's what I've been trying to tell you. I don't know.
The storm dissipated. The other kids from the Wilderness School were staring out the glass doors in horror. Security guards were working on the locks now, but they didn't seem to be having any luck.
Jason: Coach Hedge said he had to protect three people. I think he meant us.
Piper: And that thing Dylan turned into...God, I can't believe it was hitting on me. He called us...what, demigods?
Leo lay on his back, staring at the sky. He didn't seem anxious to get up.
Leo: Don't know what demi means. But I'm not feeling too godly. You guys feeling godly?
There was a brittle sound like dry twigs snapping, and the cracks in the skywalk began to widen.
Jason: We need to get off this thing. Maybe if we—
Leo: Ohhh-kay. Look up there and tell me if those are flying horses.
At first, Jason thought Leo had hit his head too hard. Then he saw a dark shape descending from the east—too slow for a plane, too large for a bird. As it got closer, he could see four winged animals—gray, four-legged, exactly like horses—except each one had a twenty-foot wingspan. And each pair was pulling a brightly painted box with two wheels: chariots.
Jason: Reinforcements. Hedge told me an extraction squad was coming for us.
Leo struggled to his feet.
Leo: Extraction squad? That sounds painful.
Piper: And where are they extracting us to?
Jason watched as the chariot landed on the far end of the skywalk. The flying horses tucked in their wings and cantered nervously across the glass as if they sensed it was near breaking. Four teenagers stood in the chariot—a tall blond girl maybe a little older than Jason, a brunette girl who seemed younger than him, a brunette boy with a lean muscular build, and a bulky dude with a shaved head and a face like a pile of bricks. All four wore jeans and orange T-shirts, with shields tossed over their backs, except the brunette boy, who had a silver jacket with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a pair of bronze bracers on his forearms. The brunette girl leaped off before the chariot had even finished moving. She pulled a knife and ran toward Jason's group while the bulky dude was reining in the horses.
Brunette Girl: Where is he?
Played by: Dafne Keen
Jason: Where's who?
Jason looked at the girl, her brown eyes gazing into his eyes. Jason noticed that she had bags under her eyes.
Brunette Girl: Don't toy with me. Where is—
She was interrupted when the brunette boy put his hand on the girl's shoulder and gently pulled her away.
Brunette Boy: Okay, Zoe. Calm down. You're not doing them any good scaring them like that, okay?
Played by: Tanner Buchanan
The brunette girl, whom Jason knew as Zoe, glared at the boy before sighing and lowering her knife before stepping away from Jason.
Brunette Boy: Sorry about her. She's had a rough few days.
Jason: That's an understatement.
The boy chuckled grimly.
Blond Girl: What about Gleeson? Where is your protector, Gleeson Hedge?
Played by: Kathryn Newton
The coach's first name was Gleeson? Jason might've laughed if the morning hadn't been quite so weird and scary. Gleeson Hedge: football coach, goat man, protector of demigods. Sure. Why not?
Leo: (clears his throat) He got taken by some...tornado things.
Jason: Venti. Storm spirits.
The brunette boy arched an eyebrow in confusion.
Blond Girl: You mean anemoi thuellai? That's the Greek term. Who are you, and what happened?
Jason did his best to explain, though it was hard to meet those intense gray eyes. About halfway through the story, the other guy from the chariot came over. He stood there glaring at them, his arms crossed. He had a tattoo of a rainbow on his biceps, which seemed a little unusual.
When Jason had finished his story, the girl known as Zoe didn't look satisfied.
Zoe: No, no, no! She told me he would be here. She told me if I came here, I'd find the answer.
Bald Guy: Annabeth, Theo, Zoe. Check it out.
Jason hadn't thought much about it, but he was still missing his left shoe, which had been blown off by the lightning. His bare foot felt okay, but it looked like a lump of charcoal.
Bald Guy: The guy with one shoe. He's the answer.
The brunette and the blonde, who were called Theo and Annabeth, sighed. They seemed to not like this, but they took it a little better than Zoe.
Zoe: No, Butch! He can't be. I was tricked.
She glared at the sky, as though it had done something wrong.
Zoe: WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?!
The skywalk shuddered, and the horses whinnied urgently.
Theo: Zoe, we should go. Let's get these three to camp and figure it out there. Those storm spirits might come back.
Zoe: Fine! (turns to Jason) We'll settle this later.
She turned on her heel and marched toward the chariot.
Piper: (shakes her head) What's her problem? What's going on?
Leo: Seriously.
Annabeth: We'll explain on the way. Right now, we need to leave.
Jason: (gestures to Zoe) I'm not going anywhere with her. She looks like she wants to kill me.
Butch: Zoe's okay. You gotta cut her some slack. She had a vision telling her to come here, to find a guy with one shoe. That was supposed to be the answer to her problem.
Piper: What problem?
Annabeth: She's been looking for one of our campers, who's been missing three days. She's going out of her mind with worry. She hoped he'd be here.
Jason: Who?
Theo: (sighs) Her boyfriend. Percy Jackson.