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"Oh, this is the last chapter before we have dinner, then we will read two more before we can go to bed." Hera offered.
The mortals all nodded.
"Thank you." Sally said.
"LEO?" SHE YELLED.
Sure enough, there he was, sitting atop a giant bronze death machine and grinning like a lunatic. Even before he landed, the camp alarm went up. A conch horn blew. All the satyrs started screaming, "Don't kill me!" Half the camp ran outside in a mixture of pajamas and armor. The dragon set down right in the middle of the green, and Leo yelled, "It's cool! Don't shoot!"
Hesitantly, the archers lowered their bows.
"My kids." Apollo corrected.
The warriors backed away, keeping their spears and swords ready. They made a loose wide ring around the metal monster. Other demigods hid behind their cabin doors or peeped out the windows. Nobody seemed anxious to get close.
Piper couldn't blame them. The dragon was huge. It glistened in the morning sun like a living penny sculpture —different shades of copper and bronze—a sixty-foot-long serpent with steel talons and drill-bit teeth and glowing ruby eyes. It had bat-shaped wings twice its length that unfurled like metallic sails, making a sound like coins cascading out of a slot machine every time they flapped.
"It sounds beautiful." Esperanza sighed before continuing.
"It's beautiful," Piper muttered. The other demigods stared at her like she was insane.
The dragon reared its head and shot a column of fire into the sky. Campers scrambled away and hefted their weapons, but Leo slid calmly off the dragon's back. He held up his hands like he was surrendering, except he still had that crazy grin on his face.
"People of Earth, I come in peace!" he shouted.
Some people snorted.
He looked like he'd been rolling around in the campfire. His army coat and his face were smeared with soot. His hands were grease-stained, and he wore a new tool belt around his waist. His eyes were bloodshot. His curly hair was so oily it stuck up in porcupine quills, and he smelled strangely of Tabasco sauce. But he looked absolutely delighted. "Festus is just saying hello!"
"That thing is dangerous!" an Ares girl shouted, brandishing her spear. "Kill it now!"
Ares smiled. "Clarisse."
"Stand down!" someone ordered.
To Piper's surprise, it was Jason.
Hera switched to Juno. "A natural born leader." She switched back to Hera and groaned. "Stupid Juno." Hera cursed.
He pushed through the crowd, flanked by Annabeth and that girl from the Hephaestus cabin, Nyssa.
Jason gazed up at the dragon and shook his head in amazement. "Leo, what have you done?"
"Found you transportation." Hermes said sarcastically.
"Found a ride!" Leo beamed. "You said I could go on the quest if I got you a ride. Well, I got you a class-A metallic flying bad boy! Festus can take us anywhere!"
"It—has wings," Nyssa stammered. Her jaw looked like it might drop off her face.
"Yeah!" Leo said. "I found them and reattached them."
"But it never had wings. Where did you find them?"
Leo hesitated, and Piper could tell he was hiding something.
"In … the woods," he said.
Hermes face palmed. "Terrible liar." He muttered.
"Repaired his circuits, too, mostly, so no more problems with him going haywire."
"Mostly?" asked Tristan, pale.
"Mostly?" Nyssa asked.
"That's what I want to know." Tristan said. His daughter was going to ride that dragon.
The dragon's head twitched. It tilted to one side and a stream of black liquid—maybe oil, hopefully just oil—poured out of its ear, all over Leo.
"Just a few kinks to work out," Leo said.
"But how did you survive … ?" Nyssa was still staring at the creature in awe. "I mean, the fire breath …"
"I'm quick," Leo said. "And lucky. Now, am I on this quest, or what?"
Jason scratched his head. "You named him Festus? You know that in Latin, 'festus' means 'happy'? You want us to ride off to save the world on Happy the Dragon?"
Everyone snorted.
The dragon twitched and shuddered and flapped his wings.
"That's a yes, bro!" Leo said. "Now, um, I'd really suggest we get going, guys. I already picked up some supplies in the—um, in the woods. And all these people with weapons are making Festus nervous."
Jason frowned. "But we haven't planned anything yet. We can't just—"
"Go," Annabeth said. She was the only one who didn't look nervous at all. Her expression was sad and wistful, like this reminded her of better times. "Jason, you've only got three days until the solstice now, and you should never keep a nervous dragon waiting. This is certainly a good omen. Go!"
Jason nodded. Then he smiled at Piper. "You ready, partner?"
Piper looked at the bronze dragon wings shining against the sky, and those talons that could've shredded her to pieces.
Esperanza, Tristan, and Beryl paled.
"You bet," she said.
Flying on the dragon was the most amazing experience ever, Piper thought.
Up high, the air was freezing cold; but the dragon's metal hide generated so much heat, it was like they were flying in a protective bubble. Talk about seat warmers! And the grooves in the dragon's back were designed like high-tech saddles, so they weren't uncomfortable at all. Leo showed them how to hook their feet in the chinks of the armor, like in stirrups, and use the leather safety harnesses cleverly concealed under the exterior plating. They sat single file: Leo in front, then Piper, then Jason, and Piper was very aware of Jason right behind her. She wished he would hold on to her, maybe wrap his arms around her waist; but sadly, he didn't.
Everyone looked at Tristan.
"What?" he said, noticing the looks.
"I thought you were going to freak out." Apollo said.
"I'm not. I kinda like the guy. But only a little." Tristan explained.
Leo used the reins to steer the dragon into the sky like he'd been doing it all his life. The metal wings worked perfectly, and soon the coast of Long Island was just a hazy line behind them. They shot over Connecticut and climbed into the gray winter clouds.
Leo grinned back at them. "Cool, right?"
"What if we get spotted?" Piper asked.
Hermes opened his mouth, then he noticed the frantic waving of the other gods and huffed.
"The Mist," Jason said. "It keeps mortals from seeing magic things. If they spot us, they'll probably mistake us for a small plane or something."
Piper glanced over her shoulder. "You sure about that?"
"No," he admitted. Then Piper saw he was clutching a photo in his hand—a picture of a girl with dark hair.
She gave Jason a quizzical look, but he blushed and put the photo in his pocket. "We're making good time. Probably get there by tonight."
Piper wondered who the girl in the picture was, but she didn't want to ask; and if Jason didn't volunteer the information, that wasn't a good sign. Had he remembered something about his life before? Was that a photo of his real girlfriend?
Beryl looked to be sick. "No. I don't even want to go there."
Stop it, she thought. You'll just torture yourself.
She asked a safer question. "Where are we heading?"
"To find the god of the North Wind," Jason said. "And chase some storm spirits."
"Done." Esperanza said.
"Time for dinner, then." said Hera. SHe waved her hand a another feast appeared. "We have to go see where you guys will sleep tonight. We will be right back."
The gods left again.
"You know, I'm starting to wonder if they really don't know how to be around us. If that's why they won't stay unless the book is being read." Frederick said while they were eating.
"Who knows? Maybe." Sally agreed.
Meanwhile the gods were listening in.
"Is that what they really think?" whispered Ares.
"Well, it is the truth." Apollo said. "God of truth, right here."
"No dip Sherlock." Ares sarcastically stated.
Apollo pouted.
"But, seriously, we will have to eat with them eventually." Athena said.
"We know." Chorused Apollo and Ares.
Suddenly a loud voice said, "And just what are you three doing?"
They jumped. "Jeez Hera, don't do that." Apollo said.
"Well?" Hera said impatiently.
"We're just seeing what they think." Ares stated defensively, pointing at the mortals.
"Ares, don't point. It's rude. So you are spying?" Hera clarified.
The three thought for a moment then slowly nodded.
"Well, come on. It's time to go back in." Hera pushed open the doors fully and walked in the room.
The three troublemakers looked at each other and walked in the room.
"I'll read." Hephaestus said. "CHapter 17, Leo."
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