Did that mean nine as in the Hephaestus cabin, or nine as in there were eight others? Leo looked at Festus, still curled up on the platform, and it occurred to him that the dragon looked so content because it was home. It had probably been built on that pad.
"Do the other kids know ... ?" Leo"s question died as he asked it. Clearly, this place had been abandoned for decades. Cobwebs and dust covered everything. The floor revealed no footprints except for his, and the huge paw prints of the dragon. He was the first one in this bunker since ... since a long time ago. Bunker 9 had been abandoned with a lot of projects half finished on the tables. Locked up and forgotten, but why?
Leo looked at a map on the wall-a battle map of camp, but the paper was as cracked and yellow as onionskin. A date at the bottom read, 1864.
"No way," he muttered.
Then he spotted a blueprint on a nearby bulletin board, and his heart almost leaped out of his throat. He ran to the worktable and stared up at a white-line drawing almost faded beyond recognition: a Greek ship from several different angles. Faintly scrawled words underneath it read: prophecy? unclear. flight?
It was the ship he"d seen in his dreams-the flying ship. Someone had tried to build it here, or at least sketched out the idea. Then it was left, forgotten ... a prophecy yet to come. And weirdest of all, the ship"s masthead was exactly like the one Leo had drawn when he was five-the head of a dragon. "Looks like you, Festus," he murmured. "That"s creepy."
The masthead gave him an uneasy feeling, but Leo"s mind spun with too many other questions to think about it for long. He touched the blueprint, hoping he could take it down to study, but the paper crackled at his touch, so he left it alone. He looked around for other clues. No boats. No pieces that looked like parts of this project, but there were so many doors and storerooms to explore.
Festus snorted like he was trying to get Leo"s attention, reminding him they didn"t have all night. It was true. Leo figured it would be morning in a few hours, and he"d gotten completely sidetracked. He"d saved the dragon, but it wasn"t going to help him on the quest. He needed something that would fly.
Festus nudged something toward him-a leather tool belt that had been left next to his construction pad. Then the dragon switched on his glowing red eye beams and turned them toward the ceiling. Leo looked up to where the spotlights were pointing, and yelped when he recognized the shapes hanging above them in the darkness.
"Festus," he said in a small voice. "We"ve got work to do."
JASON DREAMED OF WOLVES.
He stood in a clearing in the middle of a redwood forest. In front of him rose the ruins of a stone mansion. Low gray clouds blended with the ground fog, and cold rain hung in the air. A pack of large gray beasts milled around him, brushing against his legs, snarling and baring their teeth. They gently nudged him toward the ruins.
Jason had no desire to become the world"s largest dog biscuit, so he decided to do what they wanted.
The ground squelched under his boots as he walked. Stone spires of chimneys, no longer attached to anything, rose up like totem poles. The house must"ve been enormous once, multi-storied with ma.s.sive log walls and a soaring gabled roof, but now nothing remained but its stone skeleton. Jason pa.s.sed under a crumbling doorway and found himself in a kind of courtyard.
Before him was a drained reflecting pool, long and rectangular. Jason couldn"t tell how deep it was, because the bottom was filled with mist. A dirt path led all the way around, and the house"s uneven walls rose on either side. Wolves paced under the archways of rough red volcanic stone.
At the far end of the pool sat a giant she-wolf, several feet taller than Jason. Her eyes glowed silver in the fog, and her coat was the same color as the rocks-warm chocolaty red.
"I know this place," Jason said.
The wolf regarded him. She didn"t exactly speak, but Jason could understand her. The movements of her ears and whiskers, the flash of her eyes, the way she curled her lips-all of these were part of her language.
Of course, the she-wolf said. You began your journey here as a pup. Now you must find your way back. A new quest, a new start.
"That isn"t fair," Jason said. But as soon as he spoke, he knew there was no point complaining to the she-wolf.
Wolves didn"t feel sympathy. They never expected fairness. The wolf said: Conquer or die. This is always our way.
Jason wanted to protest that he couldn"t conquer if he didn"t know who he was, or where he was supposed to go. But he knew this wolf. Her name was simply Lupa, the Mother Wolf, the greatest of her kind. Long ago she"d found him in this place, protected him, nurtured him, chosen him, but if Jason showed weakness, she would tear him to shreds. Rather than being her pup, he would become her dinner. In the wolf pack, weakness was not an option.
"Can you guide me?" Jason asked.
Lupa made a rumbling noise deep in her throat, and the mist in the pool dissolved.
At first Jason wasn"t sure what he was seeing. At opposite ends of the pool, two dark spires had erupted from the cement floor like the drill bits of some ma.s.sive tunneling machines boring through the surface. Jason couldn"t tell if the spires were made of rock or petrified vines, but they were formed of thick tendrils that came together in a point at the top. Each spire was about five feet tall, but they weren"t identical. The one closest to Jason was darker and seemed like a solid ma.s.s, its tendrils fused together. As he watched, it pushed a little farther out of the earth and expanded a little wider.
On Lupa"s end of the pool, the second spire"s tendrils were more open, like the bars of a cage. Inside, Jason could vaguely see a misty figure struggling, shifting within its confines.
"Hera," Jason said.
The she-wolf growled in agreement. The other wolves circled the pool, their fur standing up on their backs as they snarled at the spires.
The enemy has chosen this place to awaken her most powerful son, the giant king, Lupa said. Our sacred place, where demiG.o.ds are claimed-the place of death or life. The burned house. The house of the wolf. It is an abomination. You must stop her.
"Her?" Jason was confused. "You mean, Hera?"
The she-wolf gnashed her teeth impatiently. Use your senses, pup. I care nothing for Juno, but if she falls, our enemy wakes. And that will be the end for all of us. You know this place. You can find it again. Cleanse our house. Stop this before it is too late.
The dark spire grew slowly larger, like the bulb of some horrible flower. Jason sensed that if it ever opened, it would release something he did not want to meet.
"Who am I?" Jason asked the she-wolf. "At least tell me that."
Wolves don"t have much of a sense of humor, but Jason could tell the question amused Lupa, as if Jason were a cub just trying out his claws, practicing to be the alpha male.
You are our saving grace, as always. The she-wolf curled her lip, as if she had just made a clever joke. Do not fail, son of Jupiter.
JASON WOKE TO THE SOUND OF THUNDER. Then he remembered where he was. It was always thundering in Cabin One.
Above his cot, the domed ceiling was decorated with a blue-and-white mosaic like a cloudy sky. The cloud tiles shifted across the ceiling, changing from white to black. Thunder rumbled through the room, and gold tiles flashed like veins of lightning.
Except for the cot that the other campers had brought him, the cabin had no regular furniture-no chairs, tables, or dressers. As far as Jason could tell, it didn"t even have a bathroom. The walls were carved with alcoves, each holding a bronze brazier or a golden eagle statue on a marble pedestal. In the center of the room, a twenty-foot-tall, full-color statue of Zeus in cla.s.sic Greek robes stood with a shield at his side and a lightning bolt raised, ready to smite somebody.
Jason studied the statue, looking for anything he had in common with the Lord of the Sky. Black hair? Nope. Grumbly expression? Well, maybe. Beard? No thanks. In his robes and sandals, Zeus looked like a really buff, really angry hippie.
Yeah, Cabin One. A big honor, the other campers had told him. Sure, if you liked sleeping in a cold temple by yourself with Hippie Zeus frowning down at you all night.
Jason got up and rubbed his neck. His whole body was stifffrom bad sleep and summoning lightning. That little trick last night hadn"t been as easy as he had let on. It had almost made him pa.s.s out.
Next to the cot, new clothes were laid out for him: jeans, sneakers, and an orange Camp Half-Blood shirt. He definitely needed a change of clothes, but looking down at his tattered purple shirt, he was reluctant to change. It felt wrong somehow, putting on the camp shirt. He still couldn"t believe he belonged here, despite everything they"d told him.
He thought about his dream, hoping more memories would come back to him about Lupa, or that ruined house in the redwoods. He knew he"d been there before. The wolf was real. But his head ached when he tried to remember. The marks on his forearm seemed to burn.
If he could find those ruins, he could find his past. Whatever was growing inside that rock spire, Jason had to stop it.
He looked at Hippie Zeus. "You"re welcome to help."
The statue said nothing.
"Thanks, Pops," Jason muttered.
He changed clothes and checked his reflection in Zeus"s shield. His face looked watery and strange in the metal, like he was dissolving in a pool of gold. Definitely he didn"t look as good as Piper had last night after she"d suddenly been transformed.
Jason still wasn"t sure how he felt about that. He"d acted like an idiot, announcing in front of everyone that she was a knockout. Not like there"d been anything wrong with her before. Sure, she looked great after Aphrodite zapped her, but she also didn"t look like herself, not comfortable with the attention.
Jason had felt bad for her. Maybe that was crazy, considering she"d just been claimed by a G.o.ddess and turned into the most gorgeous girl at camp. Everybody had started fawning over her, telling her how amazing she was and how obviously she should be the one who went on the quest-but that attention had nothing to do with who she was. New dress, new makeup, glowing pink aura, and boom: suddenly people liked her. Jason felt like he understood that.
Last night when he"d called down lightning, the other campers" reactions had seemed familiar to him. He was pretty sure he"d been dealing with that for a long time-people looking at him in awe just because he was the son of Zeus, treating him special, but it didn"t have anything to do with him. n.o.body cared about him, just his big scary daddy standing behind him with the doomsday bolt, as if to say, Respect this kid or eat voltage!
After the campfire, when people started heading back to their cabins, Jason had gone up to Piper and formally asked her to come with him on the quest.
She"d still been in a state of shock, but she nodded, rubbing her arms, which must"ve been cold in that sleeveless dress.
"Aphrodite took my s...o...b..arding jacket," she muttered. "Mugged by my own mom."
In the first row of the amphitheater, Jason found a blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders. "We"ll get you a new jacket," he promised.
She managed a smile. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, but he restrained himself. He didn"t want her to think he was as shallow as everyone else-trying to make a move on her because she"d turned all beautiful.
He was glad Piper was going with him on the quest. Jason had tried to act brave at the campfire, but it was just that-an act. The idea of going up against an evil force powerful enough to kidnap Hera scared him witless, especially since he didn"t even know his own past. He"d need help, and it felt right: Piper should be with him. But things were already complicated without figuring out how much he liked her, and why. He"d already messed with her head enough.
He slipped on his new shoes, ready to get out of that cold, empty cabin. Then he spotted something he hadn"t noticed the night before. A brazier had been moved out of one of the alcoves to create a sleeping niche, with a bedroll, a backpack, even some pictures taped to the wall.
Jason walked over. Whoever had slept there, it had been a long time ago. The bedroll smelled musty. The backpack was covered with a thin film of dust. Some of the photos once taped to the wall had lost their stickiness and fallen to the floor.
One picture showed Annabeth-much younger, maybe eight, but Jason could tell it was she: same blond hair and gray eyes, same distracted look like she was thinking a million things at once. She stood next to a sandy-haired guy about fourteen or fifteen, with a mischievous smile and ragged leather armor over a T-shirt. He was pointing to an alley behind them, like he was telling the photographer, Let"s go meet things in a dark alley and kill them! A second photo showed Annabeth and the same guy sitting at a campfire, laughing hysterically.
Finally Jason picked up one of the photos that had fallen. It was a strip of pictures like you"d take in a do-it-yourself photo booth: Annabeth and the sandy-haired guy, but with another girl between them. She was maybe fifteen, with black hair-choppy like Piper"s-a black leather jacket, and silver jewelry, so she looked kind of goth; but she was caught mid-laugh, and it was clear she was with her two best friends.
"That"s Thalia," someone said.
Jason turned.
Annabeth was peering over his shoulder. Her expression was sad, like the picture bought back hard memories. "She"s the other child of Zeus who lived here-but not for long. Sorry, I should"ve knocked."
"It"s fine," Jason said. "Not like I think of this place as home."
Annabeth was dressed for travel, with a winter coat over her camp clothes, her knife at her belt, and a backpack across her shoulder.
Jason said, "Don"t suppose you"ve changed your mind about coming with us?"
She shook her head. "You got a good team already. I"m off to look for Percy."
Jason was a little disappointed. He would"ve appreciated having somebody on the trip who knew what they were doing, so he wouldn"t feel like he was leading Piper and Leo off a cliff.
"Hey, you"ll do fine," Annabeth promised. "Something tells me this isn"t your first quest."
Jason had a vague suspicion she was right, but that didn"t make him feel any better. Everyone seemed to think he was so brave and confident, but they didn"t see how lost he really felt. How could they trust him when he didn"t even know who he was?
He looked at the pictures of Annabeth smiling. He wondered how long it had been since she"d smiled. She must really like this Percy guy to search for him so hard, and that made Jason a little envious. Was anyone searching for him right now? What if somebody cared for him that much and was going out of her mind with worry, and he couldn"t even remember his old life?
"You know who I am," he guessed. "Don"t you?"
Annabeth gripped the hilt of her dagger. She looked for a chair to sit on, but of course there weren"t any. "Honestly, Jason ... I"m not sure. My best guess, you"re a loner. It happens sometimes. For one reason or another, the camp never found you, but you survived anyway by constantly moving around. Trained yourself to fight. Handled the monsters on your own. You beat the odds."
"The first thing Chiron said to me," Jason remembered, "was you should be dead."
"That could be why," Annabeth said. "Most demiG.o.ds would never make it on their own. And a child of Zeus-I mean, it doesn"t get any more dangerous than that. The chances of your reaching age fifteen without finding Camp Half-Blood or dying-microscopic. But like I said, it does happen. Thalia ran away when she was young. She survived on her own for years. Even took care of me for a while. So maybe you were a loner too."
Jason held out his arm. "And these marks?"
Annabeth glanced at the tattoos. Clearly, they bothered her. "Well, the eagle is the symbol of Zeus, so that makes sense. The twelve lines-maybe they stand for years, if you"d been making them since you were three years old. SPQR-that"s the motto of the old Roman Empire: Senatus Populusque Roma.n.u.s, the Senate and the People of Rome. Though why you would burn that on your own arm, I don"t know. Unless you had a really harsh Latin teacher ..."
Jason was pretty sure that wasn"t the reason. It also didn"t seem possible he"d been on his own his whole life. But what else made sense? Annabeth had been pretty clear-Camp Half-Blood was the only safe place in the world for demiG.o.ds.
"I, um ... had a weird dream last night," he said. It seemed like a stupid thing to confide, but Annabeth didn"t look surprised.
"Happens all the time to demiG.o.ds," she said. "What did you see?"
He told her about the wolves and the ruined house and the two rock spires. As he talked, Annabeth started pacing, looking more and more agitated.
"You don"t remember where this house is?" she asked.
Jason shook his head. "But I"m sure I"ve been there before."
"Redwoods," she mused. "Could be northern California. And the she-wolf ... I"ve studied G.o.ddesses, spirits, and monsters my whole life. I"ve never heard of Lupa."
"She said the enemy was a "her." I thought maybe it was Hera, but-"
"I wouldn"t trust Hera, but I don"t think she"s the enemy. And that thing rising out of the earth-" Annabeth"s expression darkened. "You"ve got to stop it."
"You know what it is, don"t you?" he asked. "Or at least, you"ve got a guess. I saw your face last night at the campfire. You looked at Chiron like it was suddenly dawning on you, but you didn"t want to scare us."
Annabeth hesitated. "Jason, the thing about prophecies ...the more you know, the more you try to change them, and that can be disastrous. Chiron believes it"s better that you find your own path, find out things in your own time. If he"d told me everything he knew before my first quest with Percy... I"ve got to admit, I"m not sure I would"ve been able to go through with it. For your quest, it"s even more important."
"That bad, huh?"
"Not if you succeed. At least ... I hope not."
"But I don"t even know where to start. Where am I supposed to go?"
"Follow the monsters," Annabeth suggested.
Jason thought about that. The storm spirit who"d attacked him at the Grand Canyon had said he was being recalled to his boss. If Jason could track the storm spirits, he might be able to find the person controlling them. And maybe that would lead him to Hera"s prison.
"Okay," he said. "How do I find storm winds?"
"Personally, I"d ask a wind G.o.d," Annabeth said. "Aeolus is the master of all the winds, but he"s a little ... unpredictable. No one finds him unless he wants to be found. I"d try one of the four seasonal wind G.o.ds that work for Aeolus. The nearest one, the one who has the most dealings with heroes, is Boreas, the North Wind."
"So if I looked him up on Google maps-"
"Oh, he"s not hard to find," Annabeth promised. "He settled in North America like all the other G.o.ds. So of course he picked the oldest northern settlement, about as far north as you can go."
"Maine?" Jason guessed.
"Farther."