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.

A/N: I'm going to MAKE THIS CLEAR. Just like I mention on my bio page about every other fanfiction I done: I DON'T OWN THE PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIAN SERIES OR IT'S CHARACTERS as the rights goes to Rick Rioran. Also I suggest you guys start paying attention to the Author notes and my warnings that I left on EVERY chapter of EVERY story. Because I KNOW I warn all of you about the first chapter before it started.

Sorry if this chapter is too much like the book

Jason's POV Part XIII

I finally found my sister and now I lost her in less than an hour. As we climbed the cliffs of the floating island, I can't help but look back to see if Thalia had came back but she was still gone.

I hope I do see my sister again. Sure she found a new family in my absence, but it's just as everyone been trying to tell me, some of them had accepted me as a brother. And after hearing a little more about Percy, I'll admit, I'm actually a little anxious to meet him.

Still, I could barely tolerate what she said about our mom. I didn't want to know that I had an unstable mother who'd gotten rid of me to appease a goddess. No wonder Thalia ran away.

Then I remembered Zeus' cabin at Camp Half-Blood—that tiny little alcove Thalia had used as a bunk, out of sight from the glowering statue of the sky god. Our dad wasn't much of a bargain, either. I understood why Thalia had renounced that part of her life too.

Meanwhile I'm here holding a golden backpack of winds over my shoulders. The closer we got to Aeolus' palace, the heavier the bag got. The winds struggled, rumbling and bumping around.

The only one who seemed in a good mood was Coach Hedge. Despite still being confused about what just happen back there (join the club), he kept bounding up the slippery staircase and trotting back down. "Come on, cupcakes! Only a few thousand more steps!"

As we climb, Leo and Piper left me in my silence. Maybe they could sense I wasn't in a mood to talk. Piper kept glancing back worried, as if thinking about Thalia's idea of saving Mr. McLean and Hera—which I still have no idea how we're supposed to do that.

Leo kept swatting his own legs, checking for signs that his pants were on fire. He wasn't steaming anymore, but the fact he was steaming freaked me out. It was as if Leo didn't even realize he had smoke coming out of his ears and flames dancing through his hair.

I'm mostly worried about what Leo said. I didn't want to be a bridge, or an exchange, or anything else. I just wanted to know where I came from. And that unnerving look Thalia had when Leo and Piper brought up the burned-out house in my dreams—the place the wolf Lupa told me was my starting point. How did Thalia know that place, and why did she assume I could find it?

The answer seemed close. But the nearer I got to it, the less it cooperated, like the winds on my back.

Finally, we arrived at the top of the island. Bronze walls marched all the way around the fortress grounds, though I couldn't imagine who would possibly attack this place. Twenty-foot-high gates opened for us, and the road of polish purple stone led up to the main citadel—a white-columned Rotunda, Greek style, like one of the monuments in Washington, D.C.—except for the cluster of satellite dishes and radio towers on the roof.

"That's bizarre," Piper said.

"Guess you can't get cable on a floating island," Leo said. "Dang, check this guy's front yard."

The rotunda sat in a circle of a quarter-mile circle. The ground were amazing in a scary way. There were divided into four sections like big pizza slices, each one representing a season.

The section on our right was an icy waste, with bare trees and a frozen lake. Snowmen rolled across the landscape as the wind blew, so I wasn't sure if they were decorations or alive.

To our left was an autumn park with gold and red trees. Mounds of leaves blew into patterns—gods, people, animals that ran after each other before scattering back into leaves.

In the distance, I could see two more areas behind the rotunda. One looked like a green pasture with sheep made out of clouds. The last section was a desert where tumbleweeds scratched strange patterns in the sand like Greek letters, smiley faces, and a huge advertisement that read: watch Aeolus nightly!

"One section for each of the four wind gods," I guessed. "Four cardinal directions."

"I'm loving that pasture." Coach Hedge licked his lips. "You guys mind—"

"Go ahead," I told him. I didn't want to admit it, but I rather send him off as it would be hard enough getting on Aeolus' good side without Coach Hedge waving his club around screaming "Die!"

While the satyr ran off to attack springtime, Leo, Piper, and I walked down the road to the steps of the palace. We passed through the front doors into a white marble foyer decorated with purple banners that read OLYMPIAN WEATHER CHANNEL, and some that read ow!

"Hello!" A woman floated up to us. I mean literally floated. She was pretty in that elfish way I associated with nature spirits at Camp Half-Blood—petite, slightly pointy ears, and an ageless face that could've been sixteen or thirty. Her brown eyes twinkled cheerfully. Even though there was no wind, her dark hair blew in slow motion, shampoo-commercial style. Her white gown billowed around her like parachute material. I couldn't tell if she had feet, but if so, they didn't touch the floor. She had a white tablet computer in her hand. "Are you from Lord Zeus?" She asked. "We've been expecting you."

I tried to respond, but it was a little hard for me to think straight. Not because of how she looked, but rather that I realize the woman was see-through. Her shape faded in and out like she was made of fog. Oddest part was I was getting this strange feeling I seen someone like this before again.

"Are you a ghost?" I asked.

Right away I knew I'd insulted her. Her smile turned into a pout. "I'm an Aura, sir. A wind nymph, as you might expect, working for the lord of the winds. My name is Mellie. We don't have ghosts."

Fortunately for me, Piper came to my rescue. "No, of course you don't! My friend simply mistook you for Helen of Troy, the most beautiful mortal of all time. It's an easy mistake."

Piper really out did herself with that one. The compliment seemed a little over the top, but Mellie the aura blushed. "Oh… well, then. So you are from Zeus?"

"Er," I said. "I'm the son of Zeus, yeah."

"Excellent! Please, right this way." She led them us some security doors into another lobby, consulting her tablet as she floated. She didn't look where she was going, but apparently it didn't matter as she drifted straight through a marble column with no problem. "We're out of prime time now, so that's good," she mused. "I can fit in right before his 11:12 spot."

"Um okay," I responded.

The lobby was a pretty distracting place. Winds blasted around us, which made me feel like I was pushing through an invisible crowd. The doors blew open and slammed by themselves.

The things I could see were just as bizarre. Paper airplanes of all different sizes and shapes sped around, and other wind nymphs, aurai, would occasionally pluck them out of the air, unfold them and read them, then toss them back into the air, where the planes would refold themselves and keep flying.

An ugly creature fluttered past. She looked like a mix between an old lady and a chicken on steroids. She had a wrinkled face with black hair tied in a hairnet, arms like a human plus wings like a chicken, and a fat, feathered body with talons for feet. It was amazing she could fly at all. She kept drifting around and bumping into things like a parade balloon.

"Not an aura?" I asked Mellie as the creature wobbled by.

Mellie laughed. "That's a harpy, of course. Our, ah, ugly stepsisters, I suppose you would say. Don't you have harpies on Olympus? They're spirits of violent gusts, unlike us aurai. We're all gentle breezes.

She batted her eye brows at me.

"'Course you are," I said.

"So," Piper prompted, "you were taking us to see Aeolus?"

Mellie led us through a set of doors like an airlock. Above the interior door, a green light blinked.

"We have a few minutes before he starts," Mellie said cheerfully. "He probably won't kill you if you go in now. Come along!"