Hi. It's Addy. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Been a busy year. I don't own Percy Jackson and The Olympians. Enjoy
LEO KEPT LOOKING BACK. HE HALF EXPECTED to see those nasty sun dragons toting a flying chariot with a screaming magical saleswoman throwing potions, but nothing followed them.
Some people raised their eyebrows at that, while Hermes snickered when he read it.
He steered the dragon toward the southwest. Eventually, the smoke from the burning department store faded in the distance, but Leo didn't relax until the suburbs of Chicago gave way to snowy fields, and the sun began to set.
"Not good. One more day left." Frederick said, worriedly.
"Good job, Festus." He patted the dragon's metal hide. "You did awesome."
The dragon shuddered. Gears popped and clicked in his neck.
Esperanza, Tristan and Beryl shuddered. That didn't sound good.
Leo frowned. He didn't like those noises. If the control disk was failing again—No, hopefully it was something minor. Something he could fix.
"I'll give you a tune-up next time we land," Leo promised. "You've earned some motor oil and Tabasco sauce."
Festus whirled his teeth, but even that sounded weak.
"What's going on with the dragon?" asked Maria.
"It's carrying too much weight. Even metal has its limits." Esperanza answered.
Hephaestus nodded in agreement.
He flew at a steady pace, his great wings angling to catch the wind, but he was carrying a heavy load. Two cages in his claws plus three people on his back—the more Leo thought about it, the more worried he got. Even metal dragons had limits.
Esperanza smiled a little. She liked having something in common with Leo, even if it's thoughts.
"Leo." Piper patted his shoulder. "You feeling okay?"
"Yeah … not bad for a brainwashed zombie." He hoped he didn't look as embarrassed as he felt. "Thanks for saving us back there, beauty queen. If you hadn't talked me out of that spell—"
"Yeah, thanks, Piper." Esperanza muttered.
"Don't worry about it," Piper said.
But Leo worried a lot. He felt terrible about how easily Medea had set him against his best friend. And those feelings hadn't come from nowhere—his resentment of the way Jason always got the spotlight and didn't really seem to need him.
The gods looked worried. If Leo had felt this way, how had they won.
Leo did feel that way sometimes, even if he wasn't proud of it.
"Leo was very important to the seven. He was the glue that held them all together. They never would have succeeded without him." Hera said, softly. Drawing everyone's attention to her. "I only babysat him to help. Maybe my methods were wrong, but I sincerely wanted to help."
"You can still babysit." Esperanza offered. "I think I might still need you. I can teach you what to do if you want?" She hesitantly asked.
Hera's eyes lit up. "Thanks. I would be delighted. I don't get out much and I haven't seen what mothers are like today."
When the two turned their eyes back to Hermes, he cleared his throat and began.
What bothered him more was the news about his mom. Medea had seen the future down in the Underworld. That was how her patron, the woman in the black earthen robes, had come to the machine shop seven years ago to scare him, ruin his life. That's how his mother had died—because of something Leo might do someday. So in a weird way, even if his fire powers weren't to blame, Mom's death was still his fault.
"No, mijo. Not your fault. Not at all." Esperanza whispered.
When they had left Medea in that exploding store, Leo had felt a little too good. He hoped she wouldn't make it out, and would go right back to the Fields of Punishment, where she belonged. Those feelings didn't make him proud, either.
And if souls were coming back from the Underworld …was it possible Leo's mom could be brought back?
Hades groaned. "What is it with your kids? First I had Jackson come down and ask for his mother, now I have this one? Granted Jackson's mother wasn't dead, but still . . .. What's dead should stay dead. Death isn't fair. I've never known him to be fair. Maybe once or twice." Hades rubbed his eyes as he ranted.
The gods didn't interrupt him. No one dared to. After a few minutes he went quiet.
Hermes took his cue and read.
He tried to put the idea aside. That was Frankenstein thinking.
Apollo snorted.
It wasn't natural. It wasn't right. Medea might've been brought back to life, but she hadn't seemed quite human, with the hissing nails and the glowing head and whatnot.
No, Leo's mom had passed on. Thinking any other way would just drive Leo nuts.
Still, the thought kept poking at him, like an echo of Medea's voice.
"We're going to have to put down soon," he warned his friends. "Couple more hours, maybe, to make sure Medea's not following us. I don't think Festus can fly much longer than that."
The parents snapped back to worrying. They had forgotten that their kids were still on a dangerous quest.
"Yeah," Piper agreed. "Coach Hedge probably wants to get out of his canary cage, too. Question is—where are we going?"
"The Bay Area," Leo guessed. His memories of the department store were fuzzy, but he seemed to remember hearing that. "Didn't Medea say something about Oakland?"
Tristan and Aphrodite winced. "Not the best move, Leo." Tristan said. He knew that, like him, Piper didn't want to talk about things that hurt. They both clam up.
Piper didn't respond for so long, Leo wondered if he'd said something wrong.
"Piper's dad," Jason put in. "Something's happened to your dad, right? He got lured into some kind of trap."
"Also not the best move." Aphrodite agreed.
Piper let out a shaky breath. "Look, Medea said you would both die in the Bay Area. And besides … even if we went there, the Bay Area is huge! First we need to find Aeolus and drop off the storm spirits. Boreas said Aeolus was the only one who could tell us exactly where to go."
Leo grunted. "So how do we find Aeolus?"
Jason leaned forward. "You mean you don't see it?"
"They have nothing to do with the air. They can't see it." Zeus said, smugly.
"Can't see what?" asked Queen Marie.
"It says here." Hermes said before more talking could occur.
He pointed ahead of them, but Leo didn't see anything except clouds and the lights of a few towns glowing in the dusk.
"What?" Leo asked.
That … whatever it is," Jason said. "In the air."
Leo glanced back. Piper looked just as confused as he was.
"Right," Leo said. "Could you be more specific on the 'whatever-it-is' part?"
"Like a vapor trail," Jason said. "Except it's glowing. Really faint, but it's definitely there. We've been following it since Chicago, so I figured you saw it."
"Oh." Queen Marie said.
Leo shook his head. "Maybe Festus can sense it. You think Aeolus made it?"
"Well, it's a magic trail in the wind," Jason said. "Aeolus is the wind god. I think he knows we've got prisoners for him. He's telling us where to fly."
"Or it's another trap," Piper said.
Her tone worried Leo. She didn't just sound nervous. She sounded broken with despair, like they'd already sealed their fate, and like it was her fault.
"Oh, Pipes." Tristan murmured.
"Pipes, you alright?" he asked.
Tristan winced. "Not the best thing to call her right now."
"Don't call me that."
"Okay, fine. You don't like any of the names I make up for you. But if your dad's in trouble and we can help—"
"You can't," she said, her voice getting shakier. "Look, I'm tired. If you don't mind …"
"Typical-" Ares started before remembering who was in the room. He glanced nervously at Artemis who was sharpening one of her knives.
"Yes?" She asked sweetly. "You were going to say something?" The grating shink shink of her blade was loud in the air as all the guys were frantically shaking their heads and telling Ares to quit while he was ahead.
He gulped. "Nothing."
"That's what I thought." Artemis smirked. She flipped the knife in the air and it disappeared with a silver flash. She turned her sickly sweet smile on Hermes. "Brother? You were going to read?" She prompted.
Hermes gulped and quickly pulled the book up to hide his face.
She leaned back against Jason and closed her eyes.
Hermes' voice was shaky but steadily got stronger the more he read.
All right, Leo thought—pretty clear signal she didn't want to talk.
Artemis glared at all the guys.
They flew in silence for a while. Festus seemed to know where he was going. He kept his course, gently curving toward the southwest and hopefully Aeolus's fortress. Another wind god to visit, a whole new flavor of crazy—Oh, boy, Leo couldn't wait.
Hermes snorted as he read that.
He had way too much on his mind to sleep, but now that he was out danger, his body had different ideas. His energy level was crashing. The monotonous beat of the dragon's wings made his eyes feel heavy. His head started to nod.
"Catch a few Z's," Jason said. "It's cool. Hand me the reins."
"Nah, I'm okay—"
"Leo," Jason said, "you're not a machine.
"Amen." was muttered around the room.
Besides, I'm the only one who can see the vapor trail. I'll make sure we stay on course."
Leo's eyes started to close on their own. "All right. Maybe just …"
He didn't finish the sentence before slumping forward against the dragon's warm neck.
In his dream, he heard a voice full of static, like a bad AM radio: "Hello? Is this thing working?"
"Who contacted him?" asked Zeus.
Everyone looked down.
"Who?" Zeus asked.
"Oh, pipe down. You'll find out soon enough. You know half of this is your fault. If you hadn't closed Olympus, everything would've worked out sooner." Demeter huffed.
Zeus grumbled at that, but fell silent.
Hermes kept reading.
Leo's vision came into focus—sort of. Everything was hazy and gray, with bands of interference running across his sight. He'd never dreamed with a bad connection before.
He seemed to be in a workshop. Out of the corners of his eyes he saw bench saws, metal lathes, and tool cages. A forge glowed cheerfully against one wall.
The gods looked eager for what Leo thought of his dad.
It wasn't the camp forge—too big. Not Bunker 9—much warmer and more comfortable, obviously not abandoned.
Then Leo realized something was blocking the middle of his view—something large and fuzzy, and so close, Leo had to cross his eyes to see it properly. It was a large ugly face.
"Holy mother!" he yelped.
There was silence for a few seconds, then Apollo started snickering. Hermes elbowed him and kept reading.
The face backed away and came into focus. Staring down at him was a bearded man in grimy blue coveralls. His face was lumpy and covered with welts, as if he'd been bitten by a million bees, or dragged across gravel. Possibly both.
"Humph," the man said. "Holy father, boy. I should think you'd know the difference."
Apollo kept laughing.
"Apollo, stop." Hermes muttered.
Apollo lifted his gaze to his half brother and fell silent. "Sorry."
Hermes nodded and picked up the book.
Leo blinked. "Hephaestus?"
Being in the presence of his father for the first time, Leo probably should've been speechless or awestruck or something. But after what he'd been through the last couple of days, with Cyclopes and a sorceress and a face in the potty sludge, all Leo felt was a surge of complete annoyance.
"Now you show up?" he demanded. "After fifteen years? Great parenting, Fur Face. Where do you get off sticking your ugly nose into my dreams?"
The gods sat there in shock.
"He dares to-" Zeus started to thunder when Hephaestus burst out laughing.
"Still just as amusing as it was when he first did that." Hephaestus chuckled.
The gods stared at the blacksmith.
Hermes picked up the book and read further.
The god raised an eyebrow. A little spark caught fire in his beard. Then he threw back his head and laughed so loudly, the tools rattled on the workbenches.
"You sound just like your mother," Hephaestus said. "I miss Esperanza."
"She's been dead seven years." Leo's voice trembled. "Not that you'd care."
Esperanza smiled sadly.
"But I do care, boy. About both of you."
"Uh-huh. Which is why I never saw you before today."
The god made a rumbling sound in his throat, but he looked more uncomfortable than angry. He pulled a miniature motor from his pocket and began fiddling absently with the pistons—just the way Leo did when he was nervous.
Hephaestus looked pleased to have something in common with Leo.
"I'm not good with children," the god confessed. "Or people. Well, any organic life forms, really. I thought about speaking to you at your mom's funeral. Then again when you were in fifth grade … that science project you made, steam-powered chicken chucker. Very impressive."
Apollo turned a snicker into a cough. "Sorry."
Hephaestus shrugged.
"You saw that?"
Hephaestus pointed to the nearest worktable, where a shiny bronze mirror showed a hazy image of Leo asleep on the dragon's back.
"Is that me?" Leo asked. "Like—me right now, having this dream—looking at me having a dream?"
Hephaestus scratched his beard. "Now you've confused me. But yes—it's you. I'm always keeping an eye on you, Leo. But talking to you is, um … different."
"We always try keeping an eye on our kids." Aphrodite whispered.
Hermes snorted as he read the next bit. He waved off the looks and kept reading.
"You're scared," Leo said.
"Grommets and gears!" the god yelled. "Of course not!"
"Yeah, you're scared." But Leo's anger seeped away. He'd spent years thinking about what he'd say to his dad if they ever met—how Leo would chew him out for being a deadbeat. Now, looking at that bronze mirror, Leo thought about his dad watching his progress over the years, even his stupid science experiments.
Maybe Hephaestus was still a jerk, but Leo kind of understood where he was coming from. Leo knew about running away from people, not fitting in. He knew about hiding out in a workshop rather than trying to deal with organic life forms.
"Do you think the Fates will bring Leo and the other's here?" Esperanza murmured to Sally.
"I hope so. It's been five months since I have seen Percy. I miss him." Sally answered.
"I just want to see Leo once and tell him it wasn't his fault." Esperanza choked up a bit, thinking of her son.
Sally put a reassuring hand on her arm. "I am sure they will give you that chance."
They both turned and followed along with Hermes.
"So," Leo grumbled, "you keep track of all your kids? You got like twelve back at camp. How'd you even—Never mind. I don't want to know."
Hephaestus might've blushed, but his face was so beat up and red, it was hard to tell. "Gods are different from mortals, boy. We can exist in many places at once—wherever people call on us, wherever our sphere of influence is strong. In fact, it's rare our entire essence is ever together in one place—our true form. It's dangerous, powerful enough to destroy any mortal who looks upon us. So, yes … lots of children. Add to that our different aspects, Greek and Roman—" The god's fingers froze on his engine project.
Zeus sent a warning look at Hephaestus.
"Er, that is to say, being a god is complicated. And yes, I try to keep an eye on all my children, but you especially."
Leo was pretty sure Hephaestus had almost slipped and said something important, but he wasn't sure what.
"Why contact me now?" Leo asked. "I thought the gods had gone silent."
"We have," Hephaestus grumped. "Zeus's orders—very strange, even for him. He's blocked all visions, dreams, and Iris-messages to and from Olympus. Hermes is sitting around bored out of his mind because he can't deliver the mail.
"Worse time ever." Hermes muttered before continuing.
Fortunately, I kept my old pirate broadcasting equipment."
Hephaestus patted a machine on the table. It looked like a combination satellite dish, V-6 engine, and espresso maker. Each time Hephaestus jostled the machine, Leo's dream flickered and changed color.
"Used this in the Cold War," the god said fondly. "Radio Free Hephaestus. Those were the days. I keep it around for pay-for-view, mostly, or making viral brain videos—"
"Viral brain videos?"
The mortals looked confused.
"But now it's come in handy again. If Zeus knew I was contacting you, he'd have my hide."
"Why is Zeus being such a jerk?"
Zeus arched and eyebrow and grumbled. Thunder softly rumbled overhead.
"Hrumph. He excels at that, boy." Hephaestus called him boy as if Leo were an annoying machine part—an extra washer, maybe, that had no clear purpose, but that Hephaestus didn't want to throw away for fear he might need it someday.
Not exactly heartwarming. Then again, Leo wasn't sure he wanted to be called "son." Leo wasn't about to start calling this big awkward ugly guy "Dad."
Hephaestus looked at the floor for a moment before going back to fiddling with the machine in his lap.
Hephaestus got tired of his engine and tossed it over his shoulder. Before it could hit the floor, it sprouted helicopter wings and flew itself into a recycling bin.
"It was the second Titan War, I suppose," Hephaestus said. "That's what got Zeus upset. We gods were … well, embarrassed. Don't think there's any other way to say it."
"Give away all our secrets, why don't you?" Zeus muttered.
"But you won," Leo said.
The god grunted. "We won because the demigods of"—again he hesitated, as if he'd almost made a slip—"of Camp Half-Blood took the lead. We won because our children fought our battles for us, smarter than we did. If we'd relied on Zeus's plan, we would've all gone down to Tartarus fighting the storm giant Typhon, and Kronos would've won. Bad enough mortals won our war for us, but then that young upstart, Percy Jackson—"
Poseidon arched an eyebrow in Hephaestus' direction.
"The guy who's missing."
"Hmph. Yes. Him. He had the nerve to turn down our offer of immortality and tell us to pay better attention to our children. Er, no offense."
"Oh, how could I take offense? Please, go on ignoring me."
"Mighty understanding of you …" Hephaestus frowned, then sighed wearily. "That was sarcasm, wasn't it? Machines don't have sarcasm, usually.
"Usually?" Apollo asked.
"He got offered immortality?" Sally was shocked. Percy never told her that.
"Yes. He turned it down though." Athena said.
"For Annabeth." Apollo leaned back in his chair. "He knew that if he was a god, he couldn't be with her."
Aphrodite squealed. "I knew it!"
Athena got a look on her face. "Maybe he isn't all that bad."
"How do you know this, Apollo?" Zeus asked.
"I have read the first series already. Very interesting and amusing. Percy is very funny." Apollo shrugged. "Can we get back to reading?"
At various nods, Hermes picked up the book.
But as I was saying, the gods felt ashamed, shown up by mortals. At first, of course, we were grateful. But after a few months, those feelings turned bitter. We're gods, after all. We need to be admired, looked up to, held in awe and admiration."
"Even if you're wrong?"
"Especially then! And to have Jackson refuse our gift, as if being mortal were somehow better than being a god... well, that stuck in Zeus's craw. He decided it was high time we got back to traditional values. Gods were to be respected. Our children were to be seen and not visited. Olympus was closed. At least that was part of his reasoning. And, of course, we started hearing of bad things stirring under the earth."
"The giants, you mean. Monsters re-forming instantly. The dead rising again. Little stuff like that?"
"Yes, Leo. Little stuff like that." Emily muttered.
"Aye, boy." Hephaestus turned a knob on his pirate broadcasting machine. Leo's dream sharpened to full color, but the god's face was such a riot of red welts and yellow and black bruises, Leo wished it would go back to black and white.
"Zeus thinks he can reverse the tide," the god said, "lull the earth back to sleep as long as we stay quiet. None of us really believes that. And I don't mind saying, we're in no shape to fight another war. We barely survived the Titans. If we're repeating the old pattern, what comes next is even worse."
"The giants," Leo said. "Hera said demigods and gods had to join forces to defeat them. Is that true?"
"I'm afraid so, boy." Hephaestus murmured.
"Mmm. I hate to agree with my mother about anything, but yes. Those giants are tough to kill, boy. They're a different breed."
"Breed? You make them sound like racehorses."
"Ha!" the god said. "More like war dogs.
"War dogs are not that bad." Ares muttered.
Back in the beginning, y'see, everything in creation came from the same parents—Gaea and Ouranos, Earth and Sky. They had their different batches of children—your Titans, your Elder Cyclopes, and so forth. Then Kronos, the head Titan—well, you've probably heard how he chopped up his father Ouranos with a scythe and took over the world. Then we gods came along, children of the Titans, and defeated them. But that wasn't the end of it. The earth bore a new batch of children, except they were sired by Tartarus, the spirit of the eternal abyss—the darkest, most evil place in the Underworld. Those children, the giants, were bred for one purpose—revenge on us for the fall of the Titans. They rose up to destroy Olympus, and they came awfully close."
Zeus muttered under his breath.
Hephaestus's beard began to smolder. He absently swatted out the flames. "What my blasted mother Hera is doing now—she's a meddling fool playing a dangerous game, but she's right about one thing: you demigods have to unite. That's the only way to open Zeus's eyes, convince the Olympians they must accept your help. And that's the only way to defeat what's coming. You're a big part of that, Leo. "
Esperanza hoped that Leo would make it out okay.
The god's gaze seemed far away. Leo wondered if really could split himself into different parts—where else was he right now? Maybe his Greek side was fixing a car or going on a date, while his Roman side was watching a ball game and ordering pizza. Leo tried to imagine what it would feel like to have multiple personalities. He hoped it wasn't hereditary.
The gods snorted.
"Why me?" he asked, and as soon as he said it, more questions flooded out. "Why claim me now? Why not when I was thirteen, like you're supposed to? Or you could've claimed me at seven, before my mom died! Why didn't you find me earlier? Why didn't you warn me about this?"
Leo's hand burst into flames.
Hephaestus regarded him sadly. "Hardest part, boy. Letting my children walk their own paths.
The gods murmured an agreement.
Interfering doesn't work. The Fates make sure of that. As for the claiming, you were a special case, boy. The timing had to be right. I can't explain it much more, but—"
Leo's dream went fuzzy. Just for a moment, it turned into a rerun of Wheel of Fortune. Then Hephaestus came back into focus.
"Blast," he said. "I can't talk much longer. Zeus is sensing an illegal dream. He is lord of the air, after all, including the airwaves. Just listen, boy: you have a role to play. Your friend Jason is right—fire is a gift, not a curse. I don't give that blessing to just anyone. They'll never defeat the giants without you, much less the mistress they serve. She's worse than any god or Titan."
"That's for sure." Athena said softly.
"Who?" Leo demanded.
Hephaestus frowned, his image becoming fuzzier. "I told you. Yes, I'm pretty sure I told you. Just be warned: along the way, you're going to lose some friends and some valuable tools.
But that isn't your fault, Leo. Nothing lasts forever, not even the best machines. And everything can be reused."
"What do you mean? I don't like the sound of that."
"Neither do we." Tristan whispered.
"No, you shouldn't." Hephaestus's image was barely visible now, just a blob in the static. "Just watch out for—"
Leo's dream switched to Wheel of Fortune just as the wheel hit Bankrupt and the audience said, "Awwww!"
Then Leo snapped awake to Jason and Piper screaming.
Tristan, Esperanza and Beryl flinched.
"Done. Who's next?" Hermes asked Athena.
"Uh . . . Frederick." Athena looked down at her notebook.
Hermes passed the mortal the book.
"Chapter thirty. Leo." Frederick read.
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