(A/N) Hello everyone! Sorry about the long update! Writer's block. That's all I can say.

Disclaimer: Do I look like Rick? No. Therefore I do not own the PJO series. But I do look like me, and therefore I OWN THE PLOT.

Jason POV

"It's worth a shot, wouldn't you agree?" I asked the camp counselors that had gathered around the Ping-Pong table. Chiron had immediately called a counselor gathering after a desperate message from Camp Jupiter arrived; Percy was sighted with the praetors and now both Frank and Reyna had gone missing. Everyone was frantic; the camp couldn't function without their praetors, and some think that Camp Half-Blood was behind it, even without Octavian egging them on. "Maybe she'll have the answer." Nico seemed a little skeptical and he bit his lip.

"I don't think Agamede can help; we don't need a cure for a disease, just a way to get Exodus out of Percy." he replied sullenly. That's when Leo piped up.

"That lady has a huge book full of all kinds of potions and stuff. Why not have a potion that kills a parasite?" he questioned with a grin. "At least we can Iris-message her to find out." Everyone paused.

"Wait…why didn't you just Iris-message her during Jason's…dilemma?" Clarisse scoffed and crossed her arms. "It would've saved a ton of time."

"Yeah, but you can't exchange items through an Iris-message, and you need to know their location in order to message them, or else you'll lose connection. Agamede's cave isn't really a part of Mammoth Caves. It's like the entrance is in it, but the cave is in another part of the world. Kind of like the Labyrinth, come to think of it." Piper explained to the hot-headed daughter of Ares.

"Like Jason said, it's worth a shot." Will told everyone. I gave him a thankful grin, glad to have the son of Apollo on my side. "If she doesn't know how to extract the parasite, which by the way the Apollo cabin found out was a Dragonborn Crawler, oh well. But there's always that chance that she does know."

"What is a Dragonborn Crawler exactly?" Butch from the Iris cabin inquired with a look of bewilderment on his face.

"Well according to our research in both Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter's archives, there are many types of Dragonborn, but five main species. There are Dragonborn Crawlers, which is of course a parasite that delights in taking human hosts. There's a Dragonborn Hydra, which is a hydra that can shoot acid, water, ice, fire, and lightning but is very uncommon and usually dormant underground. Dragonborn Harpies, which are dragons with a woman's head and not birds, and, last but not least, Dragonborn."

"Dragonborn what? Dragonborn Specter? Dragonborn, I don't know, kangaroo?" Leo chuckled, receiving a glare from almost everyone else in the room. Will took in a sharp intake of breath.

"All Dragonborn are usually associated with assuming the identity of other things. Dragonborn Crawlers take over a host, Dragonborn Hydras can morph into non-magical animals such as cats and dogs, and Dragonborn Harpies can change into the elements such as air, rock, water, ice, and etcetera. But Dragonborn, well, he's the head honcho. He's not a species of monster, he's the monster that created all of them. A forgotten titan.

"Right now he's in a deep sleep off the coast of the Arctic Circle. He can turn into anything, from everyday objects to elements to animals to monsters to even your own friends. He's not tolerant to the cold, for he is cold-blooded, and where he is, he'll be asleep for eternity unless someone warms him up, which is impossible due to the fact that he is hundreds of feet below sea level. But if he wakes up…let's just say he makes Typhon seem like a toddler."

Everyone just stared, eyes wide and mouths gaping. How come we'd never heard of Dragonborn and his other subspecies? How come we never encountered them on any of our quests, especially to the ones in the Ancient Lands? They should've been flocking to the Argo II like flies to honey. Then why didn't they? Before anyone could object, Butch created an iris message, tossing a drachma inside and muttering the prayer-thing. As a son of Iris, he didn't need a stream of water to create an Iris-message.

He looked at me, waiting for me to tell the Iris message to show Agamede. I shook my head and pointed to Leo and Piper, for I had not been on the quest. I was too busy being tortured inside my own head. Great. Just great. Leo quickly filled in for me, "Show us Agamede in Mammoth Cave." The Iris-message shimmered as it tried to get in touch with the witch. An image shimmered into focus, revealing Agamede stroking her two-headed black cat and reading from her big book of potions that Piper, Leo, and Percy had described.

"Agamede!" Piper called and the witch looked up. Her face was still hidden by her shawl, a face that the questers had said they hadn't ever seen during their time with her.

"Child, you scared me half to death." she sounded like the classic old woman that you would walk across the street, but I was pretty sure that that "classic old lady" could go all badass-grandma and beat the living crap out of her opponents with some creepy-ass voodoo and stuff.

"Please excuse us, but we're the questers that had you brew a Dziki potion for us. I'm Piper and this is Leo, in case you have forgotten. Everyone around us is the other campers from that camp we were telling you about." Piper explained. The cat's two heads hissed in unison and it scampered away.

"Of course I remember you." replied Agamede. "How can I not?" She turned towards me. "And you must be Jason. I'm glad you're feeling better."

"Thank you, ma'am." I had no idea where ma'am had come from, but it sounded right to call her that.

"Since you went through all this trouble to contact me, what can I do for you? And by the way, where is the young black-haired fellow…Percy?" the witch asked.

"That's what we need to talk about. Percy's been taken over by a watcha-ma-call-it…uh…Dragonborn Crawler." Leo told her, his smile melting away and being replaced by a solemn expression. Agamede was silent for a long time, probably contemplating on how to handle the news. "We were wondering if you knew how to get the Dragonborn Crawler out of our friend." Leo added.

"Oh." was the only thing Agamede said. After another long period of tense silence, she sighed. "I do know how to extract a Dragonborn Crawler from its host, and I can pass the information on to you. And you have no idea where Percy is?"

"No clue." all of us replied in unison.

"Well you'll need to catch him first. He'll probably be trying to awaken Dragonborn, his master, also known as the Greater Power to the Dragonborn subspecies, and will do anything in order to achieve that goal. With the immense power of the host that he's in, I don't doubt that he'll be able to do it." Everyone inhaled sharply, and Agamede continued, "You need to strap him down to a table, face down. He'll struggle and thrash like no other, so you'll be forced to either sedate him or, as you youngsters call it, 'knock him out.'

"After that you expose his neck, and you'll see a lumpy mass at the back of it. That's the parasite; it chose the neck because it can both control the brain and the nerves going down the spinal cord. There, you will quickly open up the back of the neck, revealing the Dragonborn Crawler. You cannot rip it out just yet! Do that and he'll rip up the brain and spinal nerves, and then your Percy will be long gone after you manage to wrestle the parasite out. You need to burn it with Greek fire first, I assure you that this will not harm Percy unless you misuse the fire, so that it releases hold on everything, and then you'll be able to get it out and smash it to smithereens. Give the demigod some ambrosia and he'll wake up with no memory of being a host at all."

There was silence. I had been scrawling all of this information down on a notepad, and now I knew how to extract Exodus from Percy. "Thank you, Agamede." I told her graciously. She raised her hand to cut through the message, but seemed to pause.

"Oh, and one more thing." Everyone stared at the witch expectantly. "Good luck to all of you." Then she was gone.