by Rick Riordan
‘Er, I don’t think those are about you,’ Jason said, before he noticed Mellie shaking her head.
‘Nonsense,’ Aeolus said. ‘Mellie, they’re biographies of me, aren’t they?’
‘Absolutely, sir,’ she squeaked.
‘There, you see? I don’t read. Who has time? But obviously the mortals love me. So, we’ll change my official title to god of the winds. Then, about salary and staff –’
‘Sir,’ Jason said, ‘we’re not from Olympus.’
Aeolus blinked. ‘But –’
‘I’m the son of Zeus, yes,’ Jason said, ‘but we’re not here to negotiate your contract. We’re on a quest and we need your help.’
Aeolus’s expression hardened. ‘Like last time? Like every hero who comes here? Demigods! It’s always about you, isn’t it?’
‘Sir, please, I don’t remember last time, but if you helped me once before –’
‘I’m always helping! Well, sometimes I’m destroying, but mostly I’m helping, and sometimes I’m asked to do both at the same time! Why, Aeneas, the first of your kind –’
‘My kind?’ Jason asked. ‘You mean, demigods?’
‘Oh, please!’ Aeolus said. ‘I mean your line of demigods. You know, Aeneas, son of Venus – the only surviving hero of Troy. When the Greeks burned down his city, he escaped to Italy, where he founded the kingdom that would eventually become Rome, blah, blah, blah. That’s what I meant.’
‘I don’t get it,’ Jason admitted.
Aeolus rolled his eyes. ‘The point being, I was thrown in the middle of that conflict, too! Juno calls up: “Oh, Aeolus, destroy Aeneas’s ships for me. I don’t like him.” Then Neptune says, “No, you don’t! That’s my territory. Calm the winds.” Then Juno is like, “No, wreck his ships, or I’ll tell Jupiter you’re uncooperative!” Do you think it’s easy juggling requests like that?’
‘No,’ Jason said. ‘I guess not.’
‘And don’t get me started on Amelia Earhart! I’m still getting angry calls from Olympus about knocking her out of the sky!’
‘We just want information,’ Piper said in her most calming voice. ‘We hear you know everything.’
Aeolus straightened his lapels and looked slightly mollified. ‘Well … that’s true, of course. For instance, I know that this business here –’ he waggled his fingers at the three of them – ‘this harebrained scheme of Juno’s to bring you all together is likely to end in bloodshed. As for you, Piper McLean, I know your father is in serious trouble.’ He held out his hand, and a scrap of paper fluttered into his grasp. It was a photo of Piper with a guy who must’ve been her dad. His face did look familiar. Jason was pretty sure he’d seen him in some movies.
Piper took the photo. Her hands were shaking. ‘This – this is from his wallet.’
‘Yes,’ Aeolus said. ‘All things lost in the wind eventually come to me. The photo blew away when the Earthborn captured him.’
‘The what?’ Piper asked.
Aeolus waved aside the question and narrowed his eyes at Leo. ‘Now, you, son of Hephaestus … yes, I see your future.’ Another paper fell into the wind god’s hands – an old tattered drawing done in crayons.
Leo took it as if it might be coated in poison. He staggered backwards.
‘Leo?’ Jason said. ‘What is it?’
‘Something I – I drew when I was a kid.’ He folded it quickly and put it in his coat. ‘It’s … yeah, it’s nothing.’
Aeolus laughed. ‘Really? Just the key to your success! Now, where were we? Ah, yes, you wanted information. Are you sure about that? Sometimes information can be dangerous.’
He smiled at Jason like he was issuing a challenge. Behind him, Mellie shook her head in warning.
‘Yeah,’ Jason said. ‘We need to find the lair of Enceladus.’
Aeolus’s smile melted. ‘The giant? Why would you want to go there? He’s horrible! He doesn’t even watch my programme!’
Piper held up the photo. ‘Aeolus, he’s got my father. We need to rescue him and find out where Hera is being held captive.’
‘Now, that’s impossible,’ Aeolus said. ‘Even I can’t see that and, believe me, I’ve tried. There’s a veil of magic over Hera’s location – very strong, impossible to locate.’
‘She’s at a place called the Wolf House,’ Jason said.
‘Hold on!’ Aelous put a hand to his forehead and closed his eyes. ‘I’m getting something! Yes, she’s at a place called the Wolf House! Sadly, I don’t know where that is.’
‘Enceladus does,’ Piper persisted. ‘If you help us find him, we could get the location of the goddess –’
‘Yeah,’ Leo said, catching on. ‘And if we save her, she’d be really grateful to you –’
‘And Zeus might promote you,’ Jason finished.
Aeolus’s eyebrows crept up. ‘A promotion – and all you want from me is the giant’s location?’
‘Well, if you could get us there, too,’ Jason amended, ‘that would be great.’
Mellie clapped her hands in excitement. ‘Oh, he could do that! He often sends helpful winds –’
‘Mellie, quiet!’ Aeolus snapped. ‘I have half a mind to fire you for letting these people in under false pretences.’
Her face paled. ‘Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.’
‘It wasn’t her fault,’ Jason said. ‘But about that help …’
Aelous tilted his head as if thinking. Then Jason realized the wind lord was listening to voices in his earpiece.
‘Well … Zeus approves,’ Aeolus muttered. ‘He says … he says it would be better if you could avoid saving her until after the weekend, because he has a big party planned – Ow! That’s Aphrodite yelling at him, reminding him that the solstice starts at dawn. She says I should help you. And Hephaestus … yes. Hmm. Very rare they agree on anything. Hold on …’
Jason smiled at his friends. Finally they were having some good luck. Their godly parents were standing up for them.
Back towards the entrance, Jason heard a loud belch. Coach Hedge waddled in from the lobby, grass all over his face. Mellie saw him coming across the makeshift floor and caught her breath. ‘Who is that?’
Jason stifled a cough. ‘That? That’s just Coach Hedge. Uh, Gleeson Hedge. He’s our …’ Jason wasn’t sure what to call him: teacher, friend, problem?
‘Our guide.’
‘He’s so goatly,’ Mellie murmured.
Behind her, Piper poofed out her cheeks, pretending to vomit.
‘What’s up, guys?’ Hedge trotted over. ‘Wow, nice place. Oh! Sod squares.’
‘Coach, you just ate,’ Jason said. ‘And we’re using the sod as a floor. This is, ah, Mellie –’
‘An aura.’ Hedge smiled winningly. ‘Beautiful as a summer breeze.’
Mellie blushed.
‘And Aeolus here was just about to help us,’ Jason said.
‘Yes,’ the wind lord muttered. ‘It seems so. You’ll find Enceladus on Mount Diablo.’
‘Devil Mountain?’ Leo asked. ‘That doesn’t sound good.’
‘I remember that place!’ Piper said. ‘I went there once with my dad. It’s just east of San Francisco Bay.’
‘The Bay Area again?’ The coach shook his head. ‘Not good. Not good at all.’
‘Now …’ Aeolus began to smile. ‘As to getting you there –’
Suddenly his face went slack. He bent over and tapped his earpiece as if it were malfunctioning. When he straightened again, his eyes were wild. Despite the makeup, he looked like an old man – an old, very frightened man. ‘She hasn’t spoken to me for centuries. I can’t – yes, yes I understand.’
He swallowed, regarding Jason as if he had suddenly turned into a giant cockroach. ‘I’m sorry, son of Jupiter. New orders. You all have to die.’
Mellie squeaked. ‘But – but, sir! Zeus said to help them. Aphrodite, Hephaestus –’
‘Mellie!’ Aeolus snapped. ‘Your job is already on the line. Besides, there are some orders that transcend even
the wishes of the gods, especially when it comes to the forces of nature.’
‘Whose orders?’ Jason said. ‘Zeus will fire you if you don’t help us!’
‘I doubt it.’ Aeolus flicked his wrist, and far below them a cell door opened in the pit. Jason could hear storm spirits screaming out of it, spiralling up towards them, howling for blood.
‘Even Zeus understands the order of things,’ Aeolus said. ‘And if she is waking – by all the gods – she cannot be denied. Goodbye, heroes. I’m terribly sorry, but I’ll have to make this quick. I’m back on the air in four minutes.’
Jason summoned his sword. Coach Hedge pulled out his club. Mellie the aura yelled, ‘No!’
She dived at their feet just as the storm spirits hit with hurricane force, blasting the floor to pieces, shredding the carpet samples and marble and linoleum into what should’ve been lethal projectiles had Mellie’s robes not spread out like a shield and absorbed the brunt of the impact. The five of them fell into the pit, and Aeolus screamed above them, ‘Mellie, you are so fired!’
‘Quick,’ Mellie yelled. ‘Son of Zeus, do you have any power over the air?’
‘A little!’
‘Then help me, or you’re all dead!’ Mellie grabbed his hand, and an electric charge went through Jason’s arm. He understood what she needed. They had to control their fall and head for one of the open tunnels. The storm spirits were following them down, closing rapidly, bringing with them a cloud of deadly shrapnel.
Jason grabbed Piper’s hand. ‘Group hug!’
Hedge, Leo and Piper tried to huddle together, hanging on to Jason and Mellie as they fell.
‘This is NOT GOOD!’ Leo yelled.
‘Bring it on, gas bags!’ Hedge yelled up at the storm spirits. ‘I’ll pulverize you!’
‘He’s magnificent,’ Mellie sighed.
‘Concentrate?’ Jason prompted.
‘Right!’ she said.
They channelled the wind so their fall became more of a tumble into the nearest open chute. Still, they slammed into the tunnel at painful speed and went rolling over each other down a steep vent that was not designed for people. There was no way they could stop.
Mellie’s robes billowed around her. Jason and the others clung to her desperately, and they began to slow down, but the storm spirits were screaming into the tunnel behind them.
‘Can’t – hold – long,’ Mellie warned. ‘Stay together! When the winds hit –’
‘You’re doing great, Mellie,’ Hedge said. ‘My own mama was an aura, you know. She couldn’t have done better herself.’
‘Iris-message me?’ Mellie pleaded.
Hedge winked.
‘Could you guys plan your date later?’ Piper screamed. ‘Look!’
Behind them, the tunnel was turning dark. Jason could feel his ears pop as the pressure built.
‘Can’t hold them,’ Mellie warned. ‘But I’ll try to shield you, do you one more favour.’
‘Thanks, Mellie,’ Jason said. ‘I hope you get a new job.’
She smiled, and then dissolved, wrapping them in a warm gentle breeze. Then the real winds hit, shooting them into the sky so fast Jason blacked out.
XXXIX
PIPER
Piper dreamed she was on the Wilderness School dorm roof.
The desert night was cold, but she’d brought blankets and, with Jason next to her, she didn’t need any more warmth.
The air smelled of sage and burning mesquite. On the horizon, the Spring Mountains loomed like jagged black teeth, the dim glow of Las Vegas behind them.
The stars were so bright Piper had been afraid they wouldn’t be able to see the meteor shower. She didn’t want Jason to think she’d dragged him up here on false pretences. (Even though her pretences had been totally false.) But the meteors did not disappoint. One streaked across the sky almost every minute – a line of white, yellow or blue fire. Piper was sure her Grandpa Tom would have some Cherokee myth to explain them, but at the moment she was busy creating her own story.
Jason took her hand – finally – and pointed as two meteors skipped across the atmosphere and formed a cross.
‘Wow,’ he said. ‘I can’t believe Leo didn’t want to see this.’
‘Actually, I didn’t invite him,’ Piper said casually.
Jason smiled. ‘Oh, yeah?’
‘Mm-hmm. You ever feel like three would be a crowd?’
‘Yeah,’ Jason admitted. ‘Like right now. You know how much trouble we’d get in if we got caught up here?’
‘Oh, I’d make up something,’ Piper said. ‘I can be very persuasive. So you want to dance, or what?’
He laughed. His eyes were amazing, and his smile was even better in the starlight. ‘With no music. At night. On a rooftop. Sounds dangerous.’
‘I’m a dangerous girl.’
‘That, I can believe.’
He stood and offered her his hand. They slow danced a few steps, but it quickly turned into a kiss. Piper almost couldn’t kiss him again, because she was too busy smiling.
Then her dream changed – or maybe she was dead in the Underworld – because she found herself back in Medea’s department store.
‘Please let this be a dream,’ she murmured, ‘and not my eternal punishment.’
‘No, dear,’ said a woman’s honey-sweet voice. ‘No punishment.’
Piper turned, afraid she’d see Medea, but a different woman stood next to her, browsing through the fifty-percent-off rack.
The woman was gorgeous – shoulder-length hair, a graceful neck, perfect features and an amazing figure tucked into jeans and a snowy white top.
Piper had seen her share of actresses – most of her dad’s dates were knockout beautiful – but this lady was different. She was elegant without trying, fashionable without effort, stunning without makeup. After seeing Aeolus with his silly face-lifts and cosmetics, Piper thought this woman looked even more astonishing. There was nothing artificial about her.
Yet, as Piper watched, the woman’s appearance changed. Piper couldn’t decide the colour of her eyes, or the exact colour of her hair. The woman became more and more beautiful, as if her image were aligning itself to Piper’s thoughts – getting as close as possible to Piper’s ideal of beauty.
‘Aphrodite,’ Piper said. ‘Mom?’
The goddess smiled. ‘You’re only dreaming, my sweet. If anyone wonders, I wasn’t here. Okay?’
‘I –’ Piper wanted to ask a thousand questions, but they all crowded together in her head.
Aphrodite held up a turquoise dress. Piper thought it looked awesome, but the goddess made a face. ‘This isn’t my colour, is it? Pity, it’s cute. Medea really does have some lovely things here.’
‘This – this building exploded,’ Piper stammered. ‘I saw it.’
‘Yes,’ Aphrodite agreed. ‘I suppose that’s why everything’s on sale. Just a memory, now. And I’m sorry to pull you out of your other dream. Much more pleasant, I know.’
Piper’s face burned. She didn’t know whether she was more angry or embarrassed, but mostly she felt hollow with disappointment. ‘It wasn’t real. It never even happened. So why do I remember it so vividly?’
Aphrodite smiled. ‘Because you are my daughter, Piper. You see possibilities much more vividly than others. You see what could be. And it still might be – don’t give up. Unfortunately –’ The goddess gestured around the department store. ‘You have other trials to face, first. Medea will be back, along with many other enemies. The Doors of Death have opened.’
‘What do you mean?’
Aphrodite winked at her. ‘You’re a smart one, Piper. You know.’
A cold feeling settled over her. ‘The sleeping woman, the one Medea and Midas called their patron. She’s managed to open a new entrance from the Underworld. She’s letting the dead escape back into the world.’
‘Mmm. And not just any dead. The worst, the most powerful, the ones most likely to hate the gods.’
‘The monsters ar
e coming back from Tartarus the same way,’ Piper guessed. ‘That’s why they don’t stay disintegrated.’
‘Yes. Their patron, as you call her, has a special relationship with Tartarus, the spirit of the pit.’ Aphrodite held up a gold sequined top. ‘No … this would make me look ridiculous.’
Piper laughed uneasily. ‘You? You can’t look anything but perfect.’
‘You’re sweet,’ Aphrodite said. ‘But beauty is about finding the right fit, the most natural fit. To be perfect, you have to feel perfect about yourself – avoid trying to be something you’re not. For a goddess, that’s especially hard. We can change so easily.’
‘My dad thought you were perfect.’ Piper’s voice quavered. ‘He never got over you.’
Aphrodite’s gaze became distant. ‘Yes … Tristan. Oh, he was amazing. So gentle and kind, funny and handsome. Yet he had so much sadness inside.’
‘Could we please not talk about him in the past tense?’
‘I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t want to leave your father, of course. It’s always so hard, but it was for the best. If he had realized who I actually was –’
‘Wait – he didn’t know you were a goddess?’
‘Of course not.’ Aphrodite sounded offended. ‘I wouldn’t do that to him. For most mortals, that’s simply too hard to accept. It can ruin their lives! Ask your friend Jason – lovely boy, by the way. His poor mother was destroyed when she found out she’d fallen in love with Zeus. No, it was much better Tristan believed that I was a mortal woman who left him without explanation. Better a bittersweet memory than an immortal, unattainable goddess. Which brings me to an important matter …’
She opened her hand and showed Piper a glowing glass vial of pink liquid. ‘This is one of Medea’s kinder mixtures. It erases only recent memories. When you save your father, if you can save him, you should give him this.’
Piper couldn’t believe what she was hearing. ‘You want me to dope my dad? You want me to make him forget what he’s been through?’
Aphrodite held up the vial. The liquid cast a pink glow over her face. ‘Your father acts confident, Piper, but he walks a fine line between two worlds. He’s worked his whole life to deny the old stories about gods and spirits, yet he fears those stories might be real. He fears that he’s shut off an important part of himself, and some day it will destroy him. Now he’s been captured by a giant. He’s living a nightmare. Even if he survives … if he has to spend the rest of his life with those memories, knowing that gods and spirits walk the earth, it will shatter him. That’s what our enemy hopes for. She will break him, and thus break your spirit.’
