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PIPER TUMBLED THROUGH THE SKY. Far below she saw city lights glimmering in the early dawn, and several hundred yards away the body of the bronze dragon spinning out of control, its wings limp, fire flickering in its mouth like a badly wired light bulb.

Esperanza and Tristan gasped. Hephaestus frowned. A good machine ruined slightly by that snow witch. A shame.

A body shot past her—Leo, screaming and frantically grabbing at the clouds. "Not coooooool!"

Hephaestus shivered at the mention of falling, while Esperanza looked pale.

She tried to call to him, but he was already too far below.

Somewhere above her, Jason yelled, "Piper, level out! Extend your arms and legs!"

Athena looked thoughtful. "That could work. A skydiver trick."

It was hard to control her fear, but she did what he said and regained some balance. She fell spread-eagle like a skydiver, the wind underneath her like a solid block of ice. Then Jason was there, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Thank god, Piper thought. But part of her also thought: Great. Second time this week he's hugged me, and both times it's because I'm plummeting to my death.

"We have to get Leo!" she shouted.

"Yes, please save my mijo." Esperanza said fervently.

Their fall slowed as Jason controlled the winds, but they still lurched up and down like the winds didn't want to cooperate.

Zeus frowned. "They should cooperate." He mumbled.

"Gonna get rough," Jason warned. "Hold on!"

Piper locked her arms around him, and Jason shot toward the ground. Piper probably screamed, but the sound was ripped from her mouth. Her vision blurred.

And then, thump! They slammed into another warm body—Leo, still wriggling and cursing.

"Stop fighting!" Jason said. "It's me!"

"My dragon!" Leo yelled.

Emily shook her head. "It's already going to be difficult carrying both Leo and Piper, I doubt he has the muscle to carry a full size dragon as well."

"Why are you saying that? Can't he control the air with the others?" Tristan asked.

They looked to Zeus. "No. He can't. He can only control the ones around his body. Carrying one person is okay, but carrying two? Imagine carrying two people on land for about a mile straight. That's how difficult it is to ride the winds carrying two people. I'm shocked Jason has done this so well."

Tristan and Emily nodded. "Now you see why I said that." She whispered to Tristan.

"Can I get back to reading?" Ares said, scowling.

The others nodded.

"Okay, where was I?"

"You gotta save Festus!"

Jason was already struggling to keep the three of them aloft, and Piper knew there was no way he could help a fifty-ton metal dragon. But before she could try to reason with Leo, she heard an explosion below them. A fireball rolled into the sky from behind a warehouse complex, and Leo sobbed, "Festus!"

Jason's face reddened with strain as he tried to maintain an air cushion beneath them, but intermittent slow-downs were the best he could manage. Rather than free-falling, it felt like they were bouncing down a giant staircase, a hundred feet at a time,

The mortals looked sick to their stomachs at that.

which wasn't doing Piper's stomach any favors.

As they wobbled and zigzagged, Piper could make out details of the factory complex below—warehouses, smokestacks, barbed-wire fences, and parking lots lined with snow-covered vehicles. They were still high enough so that hitting the ground would flatten them into roadkill—or skykill—

Apollo and Hermes snickered.

when Jason groaned, "I can't—"

And they dropped like stones.

They hit the roof of the largest warehouse and crashed through into darkness.

Unfortunately, Piper tried to land on her feet.

"No." Apollo yelled.

"What is it, Apollo?" asked Ares.

"Don't try to land on your feet from a fall like that. You're likely to break your ankle from doing that." Apollo ran a hand through his hair. "Stupid girl." Apollo cursed in Greek.

"Hey!" Aphrodite snapped. "She's not stupid. Look at it from her perspective. She has only just realized she was a demigod and has been at camp less than a day. She hasn't got any training. And all she knows is from reading. Don't call my daughter stupid, Apollo, or I'll make what Zeus did to you look like a walk in the park." Aphrodite snarled. "I'm thinking, no love life for the next 45 years. Not to mention what Tristan would do to you. He has a lot of friends in very high places."

Apollo paled. "I'm sorry, Aphrodite, Mr. Mclean."

Tristan looked stern. "Don't do it again." He warned.

Apollo nodded. "Ares.' He said desperately.

Ares took pity on him.

Her feet didn't like that. Pain flared in her left ankle as she crumpled against a cold metal surface.

Apollo opened his mouth to comment but Aphrodite stopped him with a glare.

For a few seconds she wasn't conscious of anything but pain—pain so bad that her ears rang and her vision went red.

Tristan winced.

Then she heard Jason's voice somewhere below, echoing through the building. "Piper! Where's Piper?"

"Ow, bro!" Leo groaned. "That's my back! I'm not a sofa! Piper, where'd you go?"

Hermes snickered.

"Here," she managed, her voice a whimper.

She heard shuffling and grunting, then feet pounding on metal steps.

Her vision began to clear. She was on a metal catwalk that ringed the warehouse interior. Leo and Jason had landed on ground level, and were now coming up the stairs toward her. She looked at her foot, and wave of nausea swept over her. Her toes weren't supposed to point that way, were they?

Now Aphrodite and Tristan winced. Apollo wisely kept his mouth shut.

Oh, god. She forced herself to look away before she threw up. Focus on something else. Anything else.

The hole they'd made in the roof was a ragged starburst twenty feet above. How they'd even survived that drop, she had no idea. Hanging from the ceiling, a few electric bulbs flickered dimly, but they didn't do much to light the enormous space. Next to Piper, the corrugated metal wall was emblazoned with a company logo, but it was almost completely spray-painted over with graffiti. Down in the shadowy warehouse, she could make out huge machines, robotic arms, half-finished trucks on an assembly line. The place looked like it had been abandoned for years.

Abandoned cars? Why did the sound so familiar? Hermes thought.

Jason and Leo reached her side.

Leo started to ask, "You okay … ?" Then he saw her foot. "Oh no, you're not."

"Thanks for the reassurance," Piper groaned.

"You'll be fine," Jason said, though Piper could hear the worry in his voice. "Leo, you got any first aid supplies?"

"Why would he have first aid supplies?" Esperanza asked. "He doesn't have a bag with him."

Ares read a bit further. "It says here."

"Yeah—yeah, sure." He dug around in his tool belt and pulled out a wad of gauze and a roll of duct tape—both of which seemed too big for the belt's pockets. Piper had noticed the tool belt yesterday morning, but she hadn't thought to ask Leo about it. It didn't look like anything special—just one of those wraparound leather aprons with a bunch of pockets, like a blacksmith or a carpenter might wear. And it seemed to be empty.

"How did you—" Piper tried to sit up, and winced. "How did pull that stuff from an empty belt?"

"Magic,"

"A magic toolbelt." repeated Esperanza. She looked starry eyed at the thought.

Leo said. "Haven't figure it out completely, but I can summon just about any regular tool out of the pockets, plus some other helpful stuff." He reached into another pocket and pulled out a little tin box. "Breath mint?"

Jason snatched away the mints. "That's great, Leo. Now, can you fix her foot?"

"He's a mechanic, boy, not a healer. That's more Sunshine's kids." Hephaestus said.

"Hey, who you calling mphf." The last part was muffled by the metal duct tape thing again.

Hephaestus sighed. "That's better."

Apollo looked resigned.

"Hephaestus?" Artemis asked. "Can you take it off? Apollo hates having his mouth blocked. Not for the reason you think, but, it's kind of a phobia of his." Artemis said.

Hephaestus looked shocked. He looked closer at Apollo. He noticed that he was slightly shaking and that there was a hint of fear in his eyes. He quickly took it off. "I'm sorry."

Apollo waved it off. "It's fine."

"No it's not." Artemis said. "That goes for all of you. Don't tape or block Apollo's mouth or you will have me to deal with."

Apollo looked touched for a moment. "Thanks little sis."

Artemis didn't comment.

Ares picked up the book.

"I'm a mechanic, man. Maybe if she was a car …" He snapped his fingers. "Wait, what was that godly healing stuffthey fed you at camp—Rambo food?"

"Ambrosia, dummy," Piper said through gritted teeth. "There should be some in my bag, if it's not crushed."

"You okay?" Hermes whispered to Apollo.

"I'm fine." He said back softly.

Hermes didn't look convinced. He decided to keep an eye on him.

Jason carefully pulled her backpack off her shoulders. He rummaged through the supplies the Aphrodite kids had packed for her, and found a Ziploc full of smashed pastry squares like lemon bars. He broke off a piece and fed it to her.

The taste was nothing like she expected. It reminded her of Dad's black bean soup from when she was a little girl. He used to feed it to her whenever she got sick.

Emily looked a little weirded out. "Why does it taste like that?" She asked.

"It taste like the thing that most likely reminds them of home ambrosia does. And nectar tastes like their favorite food." Apollo explained. "For Piper, it tastes like her Dad's bean soup. That is what reminds her the most of home."

Tristan looked touched at this.

The memory relaxed her, though it made her sad. The pain in her ankle subsided.

"More," she said.

Jason frowned. "Piper, we shouldn't risk it. They said too much could burn you up. I think I should try to set your foot."

Piper's stomach fluttered. "Have you ever done that before?"

"Yeah … I think so."

"Well, that's reassuring." Tristan muttered.

Leo found an old piece of wood and broke it in half for a splint. Then he got the gauze and duct tape ready.

"Hold her leg still," Jason told him. "Piper, this is going to hurt."

When Jason set the foot, Piper flinched so hard she punched Leo in the arm, and he yelled almost as much as she did.

Apollo laughed, but it sounded forced to Hermes. "Well, that's one way to deal with pain."

When her vision cleared and she could breathe normally again, she found that her foot was pointing the right way, her ankle splinted with plywood, gauze, and duct tape.

"Ow," she said.

"Yep, Ow about covers it." Apollo said cheerfully. But again to Hermes it sounded forced.

"Jeez, beauty queen!" Leo rubbed his arm. "Glad my face wasn't there."

"Sorry," she said. "And don't call me 'beauty queen,' or I'll punch you again."

"You both did great." Jason found a canteen in Piper's pack and gave her some water. After a few minutes, her stomach began to calm down.

Once she wasn't screaming in pain, she could hear the wind howling outside. Snowflakes fluttered through the hole in the roof,

Snow? Thought Frederick. Why would it be snowing?

and after their meeting with Khione, snow was the last thing Piper wanted to see.

"What happened to the dragon?" she asked. "Where are we?"

Leo's expression turned sullen. "I don't know with Festus. He just jerked sideways like he hit an invisible wall and started to fall."

Esperanza frowned.

Piper remembered Enceladus's warning: I'll show you how easily your rebellious spirit can be brought to earth. Had he managed to strike them down from so far away? It seemed impossible. If he were that powerful, why would he need her to betray her friends when he could just kill them himself? And how could the giant be keeping an eye on her in a snowstorm thousands of miles away?

Frederick was thinking hard. What is it about the snow?

Leo pointed to the logo on the wall. "As far as where we are …" It was hard to see through the graffiti, but Piper could make out a large red eye with the stenciled words: monocle motors, assembly plant 1.

"Closed car plant," Leo said. "I'm guessing we crash-landed in Detroit."

Hermes winced. Why does that sound familiar?

Piper had heard about closed car plants in Detroit, so that made sense. But it seemed like a pretty depressing place to land. "How far is that from Chicago?"

Jason handed her the canteen. "Maybe three-fourths of the way from Quebec? The thing is, without the dragon, we're stuck traveling overland."

"No way," Leo said. "It isn't safe."

Piper thought about the way the ground had pulled at her feet in the dream, and what King Boreas had said about the earth yielding up more horrors. "He's right. Besides, I don't know if I can walk. And three people—Jason, you can't fly that many across country by yourself."

"Definitely not." Zeus said.

"No way," Jason said. "Leo, are you sure the dragon didn't malfunction? I mean, Festus is old, and—"

"And I might not have repaired him right?"

Esperanza looked upset at the mention of Leo. Why was he acting like that? Was it because he believe it was his fault that she was dead? She hoped that the Fates would bring in Leo. Preferably after she was dead. If only for a little bit, just so she could tell him it wasn't his fault.

All this happened in the space of a minute. Ares had taken a pause to breathe.

"I didn't say that," Jason protested. "It's just—maybe you could fix it."

"I don't know." Leo sounded crestfallen. He pulled a few screws out of his pockets and started fiddling with them. "I'd have to find where he landed, if he's even in one piece."

"It was my fault." Piper said without thinking. She just couldn't stand it anymore. The secret about her father was heating up inside her like too much ambrosia. If she kept lying to her friends, she felt like she'd burn to ashes.

"Just tell them." Tristan muttered.

"Piper," Jason said gently, "you were asleep when Festus conked out. It couldn't be your fault."

"Yeah, you're just shaken up," Leo agreed. He didn't even try to make a joke at her expense. "You're in pain. Just rest."

She wanted to tell them everything, but the words stuck in her throat. They were both being so kind to her. Yet if Enceladus was watching her somehow, saying the wrong thing could get her father killed.

Tristan paled.

Leo stood. "Look, um, Jason, why don't you stay with her, bro? I'll scout around for Festus. I think he fell outside the warehouse somewhere. If I can find him, maybe I can figure out what happened and fix him."

"It's too dangerous," Jason said. "You shouldn't go by yourself."

"Yeah, mijo, don't go by yourself." Esperanza whispered.

"Ah, I got duct tape and breath mints. I'll be fine," Leo said, a little too quickly, and Piper realized he was a lot more shaken up than he was letting on. "You guys just don't run off without me."

Leo reached into his magic tool belt, pulled out a flashlight, and headed down the stairs, leaving Piper and Jason alone.

Jason gave her a smile, though he looked kind of nervous. It was the exact expression he'd had on his face after he'd kissed her the first time, up on the Wilderness School dorm roof

Aphrodite sighed happily.

—that cute little scar on his lip curving into a crescent. The memory gave her a warm feeling. Then she remembered that the kiss had never really happened.

"You look better," Jason offered.

Piper wasn't sure if he meant her foot, or the fact that she wasn't magically beautified anymore. Her jeans were tattered from the fall through the roof. Her boots were splattered with melted dirty snow. She didn't know what her face looked like, but probably horrible.

Aphrodite frowned.

Why did it matter? She'd never cared about things like that before. She wondered if it was her stupid mother, the goddess of love, messing with her thoughts. If Piper started getting urges to read fashion magazines, she was going to have to find Aphrodite and smack her.

Now Aphrodite looked hurt. Artemis leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Aphrodite smiled and nodded.

She decided to focus on her ankle instead. As long as she didn't move it, the pain wasn't bad. "You did a good job," she told Jason. "Where'd you learn first aid?"

He shrugged. "Same answer as always. I don't know."

"But you're starting to have some memories, aren't you? Like that prophecy in Latin back at camp, or that dream about the wolf."

Beryl looked worried. On the one hand that was good he was starting to remember. On the other hand, He still wasn't trusting Piper and Leo that much. She looked inconspicuously at Tristan and Esperanza.

"It's fuzzy," he said. "Like déjà vu. Ever forgotten a word or a name, and you know it should be on the tip of your tongue, but it isn't? It's like that—only with my whole life."

Piper sort of knew what he meant. The last three months—a life she thought she'd had, a relationship with Jason—had turned out to be Mist.

Ares sighed. "Do I have to read this?"

"Ares?" Hera said gently. "Everyone has already took a turn except for Dionysus. Please read it. You are almost done."

Are nodded. He reluctantly kept reading.

A boyfriend you never really had, Enceladus had said. Is that more important than your own father?

She should've kept her mouth shut, but she voiced the question that had been on her mind since yesterday.

"That photo in your pocket," she said. "Is that someone from your past?"

Beryl looked sick again.

Jason pulled back.

"I'm sorry," she said. "None of my business. Forget it."

"No—it's okay." His features relaxed. "Just, I'm trying to figure things out. Her name's Thalia. She's my sister. I don't remember any details. I'm not even sure how I know, but—um, why are you smiling?"

Apollo and Hermes laughed.

"Nothing." Piper tried to kill the smile. Not an old girlfriend. She felt ridiculously happy. "Um, it's just—that's great you remembered. Annabeth told me she became a Hunter of Artemis, right?"

Jason nodded. "I get the feeling I'm supposed to find her. Hera left me that memory for a reason. It's got something to do with this quest. But … I also have the feeling it could be dangerous. I'm not sure I want to find out the truth. Is that crazy?"

"No." Hermes answered cheekily.

"No," Piper said. "Not at all."

She stared at the logo on the wall: monocle motors, the single red eye. Something about that logo bothered her.

Hermes sobered up at that. That still bothered him.

Apollo noticed. "What's wrong?"

"That sounds so familiar. It's like I know it but don't." Hermes said.

Apollo went silent.

Maybe it was the idea Enceladus was watching her, holding her father for leverage. She had to save him, but how could she betray her friends?

"Jason," she said. "Speaking of the truth, I need to tell you something—something about my dad—"

She didn't get the chance. Somewhere below, metal clanged against metal, like a door slamming shut. The sound echoed through the warehouse.

Jason stood. He took out his coin and flipped it, snatching his golden sword out of the air. He peered over the railing. "Leo?" he called.

No answer.

He crouched next to Piper. "I don't like this."

"I don't like it either." Tristan got a bad feeling about what was being read.

"He could be in trouble," Piper said. "Go check."

"I can't leave you alone."

"I'll be fine." She felt terrified, but she wasn't about to admit it. She drew her dagger Katoptris and tried to look confident. "Anyone gets close, I'll skewer them."

Jason hesitated. "I'll leave you the pack. If I'm not back in five minutes—"

"Panic?" she suggested.

He managed a smile. "Glad you're back to normal. The makeup and the dress were a lot more intimidating than the dagger."

"Get going, Sparky, before I skewer you."

"So that's where the nickname came from." Sally said.

"Nickname?" Maria asked.

"A kind of name that could be shortened of someone's name or could be a name of a quality they possess. In this reference, Piper is referring to his lightning powers." Sally explained.

"Sparky?"

Even offended, Jason looked hot. It wasn't fair. Then he made his way to the stairs and disappeared into the dark.

Piper counted her breaths, trying to gauge how much time had passed. She lost track at around forty-three. Then something in the warehouse went bang!

The echo died. Piper's heart pounded, but she didn't call out. Her instincts told her it might not be a good idea.

"Listen to them." Tristan pleaded.

She stared at her splinted ankle. It's not like I can run. Then she looked up again at the Monocle Motors sign. A little voice in her head pestered her, warning of danger. Something from Greek mythology …

Hermes head ached. He clutched his head.

"Hermes!" Apollo yelled.

That drew the attention of the other gods.

Hermes was whimpering. "My head." He groaned. "It sounds so familiar."

"Maybe Mercury has the answer?" Athena offered.

Hermes nodded. He tried to switch over but his head hurt to much to focus. "Ow." He moaned.

Apollo got up and went over to Hermes. He placed his hand on his brother's head. "Focus. Calm down." Apollo muttered. He put some of his healing powers into his touch so that it soothed Hermes headache a little.

"Thanks." Hermes rasped.

"Now. Switch over." Apollo said.

Hermes switched over to Mercury and immediately his eyes filled with tears. He gasped. "They have to get out of there." Mercury said. "It's a trap. A monster lair. Cyclopes. My poor boy."

Mercury switched back into Hermes.

"Ow. That hurt." Hermes said.

"You okay?" Apollo asked.

Hermes nodded and gave a thumbs up. "A okay."

"Really. Are you okay?" Apollo said, not playing around.

"It's manageable." Hermes said.

Apollo nodded and sat back down.

Hermes looked up and noticed all of the faces staring at him. "What?"

"Are you sure it's a trap?" asked a pale Tristan.

"Yes." Hermes said. "One of his kids died there."

Tristan nodded.

"It's fine. They make it out. She's alive, remember." Sally soothed.

Tristan regained some color. "Thank you." He said to Sally.

Her hand went to her backpack. She took out the ambrosia squares. Too much would burn her up, but would a little more fix her ankle?

Boom. The sound was closer this time, directly below her. She dug out a whole square of ambrosia and stuffed it in her mouth. Her heart raced faster. Her skin felt feverish.

"No. Don't Aphrodite said.

Hesitantly, she flexed her ankle against the splint. No pain, no stiffness at all. She cut through the duct tape with her dagger and heard heavy steps on the stairs—like metal boots.

Had it been five minutes? Longer? The steps didn't sound like Jason, but maybe he was carrying Leo. Finally she couldn't stand it. Gripping her dagger, she called out, "Jason?"

"And don't do that either." Aphrodite continued.

"Yeah," he said from the darkness. "On my way up."

Definitely Jason's voice. So why did all her instincts say Run?

With effort, she got to her feet.

The steps came closer.

"It's okay," Jason's voice promised.

At the top of the stairs, a face appeared out of the darkness—a hideous black grin, a smashed nose, and a single bloodshot eye in the middle of his forehead.

"It's fine," the Cyclops said, in a perfect imitation of Jason's voice. "You're just in time for dinner."

"Done." Ares said. "D?"

Dionysus looked up in time to catch the book.

"You're up."

Dionysus sighed. "If I must. "Chapter 23 Leo."

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