of Somnia and Dreams- Heroes of Olympus x OC

We're not in kansas anymore

Leo lost his balance and almost toppled over the railing, but Jason grabbed his jacket and pulled him back.

"Thanks, man!" Leo yelled.

"Go, go, go!" said Coach Hedge.

Piper and Dylan were holding the doors open, while I was herding the other kids inside.

I pushed one more kid inside, then Dylan and Piper lost their grip on the doors. They slammed shut, closing off the skywalk. Piper tugged at the handles. Inside, the kids pounded on the glass, but the doors seemed to be stuck.

"Dylan, help!" Piper shouted.

Dylan just stood there with an idiotic grin, his Cowboys jersey rippling in the wind, like he was suddenly enjoying the storm.

"Sorry, Piper," he said. "I'm done helping." Fucking hell man. He flicked his wrist, and Piper flew backward, slamming into the doors I was sliding to the skywalk deck near coach, Leo, and Jason.

"Piper!" Jason tried to charge forward, but the wind was against him, and Coach Hedge pushed him back.

"Coach," Jason said, "let me go!"

"Jason, Leo, stay behind me," the coach ordered. "This is my fight. I should've known that was our monster." Of course there's a monster now. 

"What?" Leo demanded. A rogue worksheet slapped him in the face, but he swatted it away. "What monster?" I slowly got up, now standing next to coach hedge.

"Leo we're not in Kansas anymore." I said, getting the feeling we are gonna have to fight.

The coach's cap blew off, and sticking up above his curly hair were two bumps—not bumps, horns. Coach Hedge lifted his baseball bat—but it wasn't a regular bat anymore. Somehow it had changed into a crudely shaped tree-branch club, with twigs and leaves still attached.

Dylan gave him that psycho happy smile. "Oh, come on, Coach. Let the boy attack me! After all, you're getting too old for this. Isn't that why they retired you to this stupid school? I've been on your team the entire season, and you didn't even know. You're losing your nose, grandpa."

The coach made an angry sound like a goat bleating. "That's it, cupcake. You're going down."

"You think you can protect four half-bloods at once, old man?" Dylan laughed. "Good luck."

Dylan pointed at Leo, and a funnel cloud materialized around him. Leo flew off the skywalk like he'd been tossed. Somehow he managed to twist in midair, and slammed sideways into the canyon wall. He skidded, clawing furiously for any handhold. Finally he grabbed a thin ledge about fifty feet below the skywalk and hung there by his fingertips.

"Help!" he yelled up at them. "Rope, please? Bungee cord? Pegasus? Something?"

Coach Hedge cursed and tossed Jason his club. "I don't know who you guys are, kids, but I hope you're good. Keep that thing busy"—he stabbed a thumb at Dylan—"while I get Leo."

"Get him how?" I demanded. "You going to fly?"

"Not fly. Climb." Hedge kicked off his shoes, The coach didn't have any feet. He had hooves—goat's hooves, I finally came to the realization my eyes widening.

"You're a faun," I said.

"Satyr!" Hedge snapped. "Fauns are Roman. But we'll talk about that later." Hedge leaped over the railing. He sailed toward the canyon wall and hit hooves first. He bounded down the cliff with impossible agility, dodging whirlwinds that tried to attack him as he picked his way toward Leo.

Dylan turned toward Jason. "Now it's your turn, boy."

Jason threw the club. It seemed useless with the winds so strong, but the club flew right at Dylan, even curving when he tried to dodge, and smacked him on the head so hard he fell to his knees.