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shoe. That was supposed to be the answer to her problem.”
    “What problem?” Piper asked.
    “She’s been looking for one of our campers, who’s been missing three days,” Butch said. “She’s going out of her mind with worry. She hoped he’d be here.”
    “Who?” Jason asked.
    “Her boyfriend,” Butch said. “A guy named Percy Jackson.”

A FTER A MORNING OF STORM SPIRIT’S, goat men, and flying boyfriends, Piper should’ve been losing her mind. Instead, all she felt was dread.
    It’s starting, she thought. Just like the dream said.
    She stood in back of the chariot with Leo and Jason, while the bald guy, Butch, handled the reins, and the blond girl, Annabeth, adjusted a bronze navigation device. They rose over the Grand Canyon and headed east, icy wind ripping straight through Piper’s jacket. Behind them, more storm clouds were gathering.
    The chariot lurched and bumped. It had no seat belts and the back was wide open, so Piper wondered if Jason would catch her again if she fell. That had been the most disturbing part of the morning—not that Jason could fly, but that he’d held her in his arms and yet didn’t know who she was.
    All semester she’d worked on a relationship, trying to get Jason to notice her as more than a friend. Finally she’d gotten the big dope to kiss her. The last few weeks had been the best of her life. And then, three nights ago, the dream had ruined everything—that horrible voice, giving her horrible news. She hadn’t told anyone about it, not even Jason.
    Now she didn’t even have him . It was like someone had wiped his memory, and she was stuck in the worst “do over” of all time. She wanted to scream. Jason stood right next to her: those sky blue eyes, close-cropped blond hair, that cute little scar on his upper lip. His face was kind and gentle, but always a little sad. And he just stared at the horizon, not even noticing her.
    Meanwhile, Leo was being annoying, as usual. “This is so cool!” He spit a pegasus feather out of his mouth. “Where are we going?”
    “A safe place,” Annabeth said. “The only safe place for kids like us. Camp Half-Blood.”
    “Half-Blood?” Piper was immediately on guard. She hated that word. She’d been called a half-blood too many times—half Cherokee, half white—and it was never a compliment. “Is that some kind of bad joke?”
    “She means we’re demigods,” Jason said. “Half god, half mortal.”
    Annabeth looked back. “You seem to know a lot, Jason. But, yes, demigods. My mom is Athena, goddess of wisdom. Butch here is the son of Iris, the rainbow goddess.”
    Leo choked. “Your mom is a rainbow goddess?”
    “Got a problem with that?” Butch said.
    “No, no,” Leo said. “Rainbows. Very macho.”
    “Butch is our best equestrian,” Annabeth said. “He gets along great with the pegasi.”
    “Rainbows, ponies,” Leo muttered.
    “I’m gonna toss you off this chariot,” Butch warned.
    “Demigods,” Piper said. “You mean you think you’re … you think we’re—”
    Lightning flashed. The chariot shuddered, and Jason yelled, “Left wheel’s on fire!”
    Piper stepped back. Sure enough, the wheel was burning, white flames lapping up the side of the chariot.
    The wind roared. Piper glanced behind them and saw dark shapes forming in the clouds, more storm spirits spiraling toward the chariot—except these looked more like horses than angels.
    She started to say, “Why are they—”
    “ Anemoi come in different shapes,” Annabeth said. “Sometimes human, sometimes stallions, depending on how chaotic they are. Hold on. This is going to get rough.”
    Butch flicked the reins. The pegasi put on a burst of speed, and the chariot blurred. Piper’s stomach crawled into her throat. Her vision went black, and when it came back to normal, they were in a totally different place.
    A cold gray ocean stretched out to the left. Snow-covered fields, roads, and forests spread to the right. Directly below