The Heroes of Olympus Rewritten

Piper VII

Piper didn't relax until the glow of Quebec City faded behind them.

"You were awesome," Perseus told her.

The compliment should've made her day. But all she could think about was the trouble ahead. Evil things are stirring, Zethes had warned them. She knew that firsthand. The closer they got to the solstice; the less time Piper had to make her decision.

She told Perseus in French: "If you knew the truth about me, you wouldn't think I was so awesome."

"What'd you say?" he asked.

"I said I only talked to Boreas. It wasn't so awesome."

She didn't turn to look, but she imagined him smiling.

"Hey," he said, "you saved me from joining Khione's subzero hero collection. I owe you one."

That was definitely the easy part, she thought. There was no way Piper would've let that ice witch keep Perseus. What bothered Piper more was the way Boreas had changed form, and why he'd let them go. It had something to do with Perseus's past, those tattoos on his arm. Boreas assumed Perseus was some sort of Roman, and Romans didn't mix with Greeks. She kept waiting for Perseus to offer an explanation, but he clearly didn't want to talk about it. And there was that thing about the Sirens. What had Boreas meant by that?"

Until now, Piper had been able to dismiss Perseus's feeling that he didn't belong at Camp Half-Blood. Obviously, he was a demigod. Of course, he belonged. But now . . . what if he was something else? What if he really was an enemy? She couldn't stand that idea any more than she could stand Khione.

Leo passed them some sandwiches from his pack. He'd been quiet ever since they'd told him what happened in the throne room. "I still can't believe Khione," he said. "She looked so nice."

"Trust me, man," Perseus said. "Snow may be pretty, but up close it's cold and nasty. We'll find you a better prom date."

Piper smiled, but Leo didn't look pleased. He hadn't said much about his time in the palace, or why the Boreads had singled him out for smelling like fire. Piper got the feeling he was hiding something. Whatever it was, his mood seemed to be affecting Festus, who grumbled and steamed as he tried to keep himself warm in the cold Canadian air. Happy the Dragon was not so happy.

They ate their sandwiches as they flew. Piper had no idea how Leo had stoked up on supplies, but he'd even remembered to bring veggie rations for her. The cheese and avocado sandwich was awesome.

Nobody talked. Whatever they might find in Chicago, they all knew Boreas had only let them go because he figured they were already on a suicide mission.

The moon rose and stars turned overhead. Piper's eyes started to feel heavy. The encounter with Boreas and his children had scared her more than she wanted to admit. Now that she had a full stomach, her adrenaline was fading.

Suck it up, cupcake! Coach Hedge would've yelled at her. Don't be a wimp!

Piper had been thinking about the coach ever since Boreas mentioned he was still alive. She'd never liked Hedge, but he'd leaped off a cliff to save Leo, and he'd sacrificed himself to protect them on the skywalk. She now realized that all the times at school the coach had pushed her, yelled at her to run faster or do more push-up, or even when he'd turn his back and let her fight her own battles with the mean girls, the old goat man had been trying to help her in his own irritating way --- trying to prepare her for like as a demigod.