Warning: Certain ancient Greek names matches words use of foul language but no foul language was intentionally used. Also if you haven't read them yet read 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Early Adventures' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Sea of Monsters' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Titan's Curse' and 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Magical Labyrinth' as well as the one shots 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Stolen Chariot' The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Sword of Hades', 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Bronze Dragon' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Last Olympian' and 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Staff of Hermes' before reading this story as stuff that happened in them will be mentioned. Lastly, any one who wants to do a Demigods and Olympian reads story using 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon' is allowed as long as you inform me about it.

II. Jason's POV

The storm churned into a miniature Hurricane. Funnel clouds snaked toward the skywalk like the tendrils of a monster.

Kids screamed and ran for the building. The wind snatched away their notebooks, jackets, hats, and backpacks. I skidded across the slick floor.

Leo lost his balance and almost toppled over the railing, but I grabbed his jacket and pulled him back.

"Thanks, man!" Leo yelled.

"Go, go, go!" said Coach Hedge.

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. I thought she must've been freezing, but she looked calm and confident—telling the others it would be okay, encouraging them to keep moving.

Leo, Coach Hedge, and I ran toward them, but it was like running through quicksand. The wind seemed to fighting us, pushing us 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, kids pounded on the glass, but the doors seemed to be stuck.

"Dylan, help!" Piper shouted.

Dylan just stood there with an idiotic grin, his Cowboys jersey rippling in the wind, like he was suddenly enjoying the storm.

"Sorry, Piper," he said. "I'm done helping."

He flicked the wrist and Piper flew backward, slamming into the doors and sliding to the skywalk deck.

"Piper!" I tried to charge forward, but the wind was against me, and it didn't help that Coach Hedge was pushing me back.

"Coach!" I yelled. "let me go!"

"Jason, Leo, stay behind me," the coach ordered. "This is my fight. I should've known that was our monster."

"What?" Leo demanded. A rogue worksheet slapped him in the face, but he swatted it away. "What monster?"

The coach's cap blew off and sticking up above his curly hair, I saw 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 gave him a psycho happy smile. "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. "That's it, cupcake. You're going down."

"You think you can protect three half-bloods at once, old man?" Dylan laughed. "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.

"Help!" he yelled up at them. "Rope, please? Bungee cord? Something?"

Coach Hedge cursed and tossed me his club. "I don't know who you are, kid, but I hope you're good. Keep that thing busy"—he stabbed a thumb at Dylan—"while I get Leo."

"Get him how?" I demanded. "You going to fly?"

"Not fly. Climb." Hedge kicked off his shoes, and I almost had a coronary. The coach didn't have any feet. He had hooves—goat's hooves. Which meant those things on his head, I realized, weren't bumps. They were horns.

"You're a Faun," I said—having no idea how I knew what he was, or the fact that now I realized what he was something about him protecting us seemed wrong.

"Satyr!" Hedge snapped. "Fauns are Romans. 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 a postage stamp, dodging whirlwinds that tried to attack him as he picked his way toward Leo.

"Isn't that cute!" Dylan turned toward me. "Now it's your turn, boy."

I threw the club at him. 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.

"Nice try, boy." He glared at me. "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, I decided, they would look exactly like that.

"You're a ventus," I said, once again having no idea how I knew that word. "A storm spirit."

Dylan's laugh sounded like a tornado tearing off a roof. "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 men with smoky wings and eyes that flickered like lightning.

Piper stayed down, pretending to be dazed, her hand still gripping the club. Her face was pale, but she gave me a determined look, and I understood the message: Keep their attention. I'll brain them from behind.

Cute, smart, and violent. I wished I remembered having her as a girlfriend.

I clenched my fist and got ready to charge, but I never got a chance.

Dylan raised his hand, arcs of electricity running between his fingers, and blasted me in the chest.

Bang! I found myself flat on my back. My mouth tasted like burning aluminum foil. I lifted my head and saw that my clothes were smoking. The lightning bolt had gone through my body and blasted off my left shoe. My toes were black with soot. I should have been dead, I'm sure of that, and yet I survived the lightning bolt.

The storm spirits seem to not notice that I was still alive as they were laughing. Piper was screaming defiantly, but it all sounded far away. I don't think she would have noticed that I was alive either.

Out the corner of my eye, I 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 me.

"Stop," I croaked. I rose unsteadily to my feet. The storm spirits were as surprise as I was that I was still alive.

"How are you alive?" Dylan's form flickered. "That was enough lightning to kill twenty men!"

"My turn," I said.

I reached in my pocket and pulled out the gold coin. I let my instincts take over, flipping the coin in the air as if I'd it a thousand times. I caught it in my palm, and suddenly I was holding a sword—a wickedly sharp double-edge weapon. The ridged grip fit in my fingers perfectly, and the whole thing was gold—hilt, handle, and blade.

Dylan snarled and backed up. He looked at his two comrades and yelled, "Well? Kill him!"

The other storm spirits didn't look happy with that order, but they flew at me, their fingers crackling with electricity.

I swung at the first spirit. My blade passed through it, and the creature's smoky form disintegrated. The second spirit let loose a bolt of lightning, but my blade absorbed the charge. I stepped in—one quick thrust, and the second storm spirit dissolved into gold powered.

I didn't know how I know how to do all that, but it felt natural. Like I been fighting for years.

Even Piper was so stunned that she dropped her club. "Jason, how…?"

Dylan wailed in outrage. He looked down as if expecting his comrades to reform, but their gold dust remains dispersed in the wind. "Impossible! Who are you, half-blood?"

Then Coach Hedge leaped back onto the skywalk and dumped Leo like a sack of flour.

"Spirits, fear me!" Hedge bellowed, flexing his short arms. Then he looked around and realized there was only Dylan.

"Darn it, boy!" he snapped at me. "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. "Yo, Coach Supergoat, whatever you are—I just fell down the freaking Grand Canyon! Stop asking for challenges!"

Dylan hissed at them, but I could see fear in his eyes. "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 I had to crouch to keep my balance.

A hole opened in the clouds—a swirling vortex of black and silver.

"The mistress calls me back!" Dylan shouted with glee. "And you, demigod, will come with me!"

He lunged at me, 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, the coach, and I surged forward to help, but the spirit screamed with rage. He let loose a torrent that knocked them all backward. Coach Hedge and I landed on our butts. My 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 on by one hand over the abyss.

I wanted to save her, so I started toward her, but Dylan screamed, "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.

"Help!" Piper yelled. "Somebody!"

Then she slipped, screaming as she fell.

"Jason, go!" Hedge yelled. "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 cupcake. They rose into the air, gaining speed.

Coach Hedge shouted down at me once more, "Save her! I got this!" Then the satyr and the storm spirit spiraled into the clouds and disappeared.

Save her? I thought. She's gone!

But again my instincts won. I ran to the railing, thinking, I'm a lunatic, and jumped over the side.

…

I wasn't scared of heights. I was scared of being smashed against the canyon floor five hundred feet below. I figured I haven't accomplished anything except for dying along with Piper, but I tucked in my arms and plummeted headfirst. The sides of the canyon raced past like a film on fast-forward. My face felt like it was peeling off. And yet a small part of me felt as if this was natural, like I done it before.

In a heartbeat, I caught up with Piper, who was flailing wildly. I tackled her waist and closed my eyes, waiting for death. Piper screamed. The wind whistled in my ears. I wondered what dying would feel like. Not so good, I thought. I wished somehow they could never hit bottom.

Suddenly the wind died. Piper's scream turned into a strangled gasp. I doubt we were dead since I didn't felt any impact.

"J-J-Jason," Piper managed.

I opened my eyes. We weren't falling. We were floating in midair, a hundred feet above the river.

I hugged Piper tight, and she repositioned herself so she was hugging me too. We were nose to nose. Her heart beat so hard; I could feel it through her clothes.

Her breath smelled like cinnamon. She said, "How did you—"

"I didn't," I said. "I think I would know if I could fly…"

But then I thought: I don't even know who I am.

I imagine going up. Piper yelped as we shot a few feet higher. We weren't exactly floating, I decided. I could feel pressure under my feet like we were balancing at the top of a geyser.

"The air is supporting us," I said.

"Well, tell it to support us more! Get us out of here!"

I looked down. The easiest thing would be to sink gently to the canyon floor. Then I 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. I had no idea what had happened to Coach Hedge. And I'd left Leo up there, barely conscious."

"We have to help them," Piper said, as if reading my thoughts. "Can you—"

"Let's see." I thought Up, and instantly we shot skyward.

The fact I was riding the winds might've been cool under different circumstances, but I was too much in shock. As soon as we landed on the skywalk, we 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. As annoying Leo was, right now he's the closest thing to a friend I can't remember.

"Stupid… ugly… goat," he muttered.

"Where did he go?" Piper asked.

Leo pointed straight up. "Never came down. Please tell me he didn't actually save my life."

"Twice," I said.

Leo groaned even louder. "What happened? The tornado guy, the gold sword… I hit my head. That's it, right? I'm hallucinating?"

I had forgotten about the sword. I walked over to where it was lying and picked it up. The blade was well balance. I wonder…

I flip the sword, and in midspin the sword shrank back into a coin and landed in my palm.

"Yep," Leo said. "Definitely hallucinating."

Piper shivered in her rain-soaked clothes. "Jason, those things—"

"Venti," I said. "Storm spirits."

"Okay. You acted like… like you'd seen them before. Who are you?"

I shook my 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.

"Coach Hedge said he had to protect three people," I remembered. "I think he meant us."

"And that thing Dylan turned into…" Piper shuddered. "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. "Don't know what demi means," he said. "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.

"We need to get off this thing," I said. "Maybe if we—"

"Ohhh-kay," Leo interrupted. "Look up there and tell me if those are flying horses.

At first I thought Leo did hit his head too hard. Then I saw a dark shape descending from the east—too slow for a plane, too large for a bird. As it got closer I could see a pair of winged animals—gray, four-legged, exactly like horses—except each one had a twenty-foot wingspan. And they were pulling a brightly painted box with two wheels: a chariot.

"Reinforcements," I said. "Hedge told me an extraction squad was coming for us."

"Extraction squad?" Leo struggled to his feet. "That sounds painful."

"And where are they extracting us to?" Piper asked.

I 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. Two teenage girls stood in the chariot—a tall blond girl who looked a year or two older than me. The other one was a year or two older than her with Raven hair. They both wore jeans and orange t-shirts, although the Raven hair girl made hers look like more of a fashion trend. The raven hair girl had a pink shield strapped to her back, but not the blonde girl.

The blonde hair girl leaped off before the chariot had even finished moving. The blonde hair girl pulled out a knife and ran toward Piper Leo and me while the raven hair girl was reining in the horses.

"Where is he?" the blonde girl demanded. Her gray eyes were fierce and a little startling.

"Where's who?" I asked.

She frowned like my answer was unacceptable. Then she turned to Leo and Piper. "What about Gleeson? Where is your protector, Gleeson Hedge?"

The coach's first name was Gleeson? I might've laughed if the morning hadn't been quite so weird and scary. Gleeson Hedge: football coach, goat man, protector of demigods (which still feels weird). Sure. Why not?

Leo cleared his throat. "He got taken by some… tornado things."

"Venti," I said. "Storm spirits."

The blond girl arched an eyebrow. "You mean anemoi thuellia? That's the Greek term. Who are you, and what happened?"

I did my best to explain, though it was hard to meet those intense gray eyes. During the talk I noticed the blond girl was wearing a wrist watch with a stop watch function but I didn't think much about it. About half way through the story, the other girl came over. The girl seemed to be the type to blend in with the popular clique but she gave each of us a friendly smile which I would guess meant that she wasn't as judgmental as the ones that were teasing Piper earlier.

When I finished the story, the blond girl didn't look satisfied. "No, no, no! She told me he would be here. She told me if I came here, I'd find the answer."

"Annabeth calm down and relax, I'm sure there's an explanation," the raven hair girl told her friend. However when she said that I felt a sudden urge to do calm down and relax as well as wanting to agree with her. I quickly shook it off though.

I noticed that Piper was frowning when the raven hair girl said that, as if it reminded her of something.

The raven hair girl turned back to us and must of noticed something about me, or rather my feet because she asked me, "What happened to your shoe?"

With everything that happened, I forgot that I was still missing my left shoe, which had been blown off by the lightning. My bare foot felt okay, but it looked like a lump of coal.

"It was blow off during our battle," I explained.

"Annabeth," The girl said, "He could be the clue we're looking for."

"No, Silena," the other girl named Annabeth insisted. "He can't be. I was tricked." She glared at the sky as though it had done something wrong. "What do you want from me?" she screamed. "What have you done with him?"

The girl known as Silena sighed as if this wasn't the first time she heard her friend yelled at the sky like that.

The skywalk shuddered, and the horses whinnied urgently.

"Annabeth," Silena said, "we gotta leave. Let's get these three to camp and figured it out there. Those storm spirits might come back."

Annabeth fumed for a moment. "Fine." She fixed at me with a resentful look. "We'll settle this later."

She turned on her heal and marched toward the chariot.

Piper shook her head. "What's her problem? What's going on?"

"Seriously," Leo agreed.

Silena smiled at us sympathetically. "I'll explain on the way, but right now we need to get you three out of here."

"I'm not going anywhere with her." I gestured at toward the blonde. "She looked like she wants to kill me."

"Don't worry about Annabeth. She's actually really nice once you get to know her," Silena said, "She's just been stressed out and 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."

"What problem?" Piper asked.

"She's been looking for her boyfriend, who been missing three days," Silena explained. "She hoped he'd be here."

"What's his name?" Jason asked.

"Percy Jackson," Silena replied.

A/N: I switched Butch with Silena to leave with Annabeth since she's still alive. Butch will appear later.

By the way, that wrist watch is Percy's that spirals out to his shield. I'll explain later why Annabeth has it.