Swapped by Hera

Percy: "Watch after Annabeth for me, Okay?"

The meeting with the Romans had started off terrible. They'd Iris Messaged so their troops didn't have to travel across the country. Percy had wanted to charge Mt. Olympus the next day, but Jason had outright refused to aid the Greeks in that.

"I support you, Percy, but we can't just go attack the gods," Jason had insisted. "We need to wait."

"Wait for what?" Percy had demanded furiously. "You want to sit around while Annabeth and Reyna are gods-knows-where? They could be fighting for their lives right now! Hera knew what she was getting into by taking Annabeth. They know my fatal flaw--there is no way I will sit here like a freak wimp like you while my girlfriend needs me!"

"Percy, that's not what I'm saying! I don't want them in danger either, trust me. But from what I've heard, I'm sure Annabeth can handle herself. I'm just saying that before we go charging Olympus, we need to know why we're in this situation."

"Who cares why?"

"I do, and you should too. Whatever messed up reason caused Juno to do this, it must be bad if she is uniting two historical enemies. She's set some large plan in motion. Interfering now could put Annabeth and Reyna in even more danger."

Percy had ran a hand through his black hair. "So you want us to wait?"

Jason nodded. "For now. If we're right, Reyna will come to Camp Half-Blood soon, and we'll get Annabeth. We'll follow this through, get the girls situated and make sure they're safe. Then, we confront the gods."

Percy had deliberated this for a long time. His method was charge first, think later. But that was the kind of behavior Annabeth had always scolded him about. "Fine," he finally agreed. "But I don't like this."

"I didn't expect you to. But it's what's best for Annabeth. And probably our camps, too."

Percy nodded. "Okay. And Jason?"

"Yeah?"

"Watch after Annabeth for me, okay? She can handle herself, but I'd feel better knowing--"

"Yeah, of course. And you too, for Reyna."

That conversation had been two weeks ago, and Percy had not heard anything from Jason since. The Roman had promised to watch after Annabeth when she arrived, yet Percy couldn't help but feel nervous. Shouldn't she have gotten there by now? And where was Reyna?

Percy had sent out all the satyrs and a large number of demigods to look for the Roman demigod. Most of the camp was out searching. They rotated the searches, and Percy's next one was now. He and Butch, son of Iris, had taken one of the Apollo cabin chariots to answer a distress call from one of their satyrs. Coach Hedge, who was stationed at a school for delinquents, had IM'd for backup. Will Solace was supposed to go with Butch instead, but Percy'd had a feeling this mission was meant for him.

Sure enough, he could feel something off as they neared the canyon. The winds were wild and almost hurricane-like. And as they approached, Percy could see a few figures on the walkway. It was definitely way too dangerous for anyone to be out. 

He saw a figure get hurled through the air, and a satyr bolted after it. Two girls were facing a column of wind. No, not wind--an air spirit. 

Butch narrowed his eyes. "Is that a wind spirit?"

Percy nodded. "Looks like it. An Anime Thulli or whatever it's called."

Butch stared at the son of Poseidon. "And 'Anemoi Thuellai,' Percy."

He shrugged. What did it matter? The air spirit approached the two girls. Percy realized with a jolt that they looked like new demigods. They'd probably had not training. He and Butch were still too far away to safely dismount-probably twenty feet higher than them--but he had no choice. Percy uncapped Riptide, saluted Butch, and then swung himself over the side of the chariot.

He hurtled through the air and slammed into the walkway. If he didn't have the Curse of Achilles, he'd have probably shattered his shins. Percy landed in a crouch right in between the girls and the wind spirit. It had taken on the shape of a boy and looked extremely surprised to see Percy.

"Perseus Jackson," it hissed, its eyes flashing angrily. It stalked forward.

"Back off, Dylan!" One of the girls yelled. She had braided brown hair with a feather, tan skin, a fierce expression, and multicolored eyes. Percy was amazed by how fearless she was.

The air spirit swung, and Percy quickly engaged it with Riptide. They exchanged blows back in forth until the wind spirit struck out with a blast of lightning. The electricity shot through Percy, throwing him backwards ten feet. His back slammed into the walkway hard enough that he saw spots.

Behind him, Coach Hedge had returned with he figure Percy had seen fall. it was a small, scrawny boy. Another demigod? Percy thought. Finding two at a time was odd enough, yet three...

Percy groaned, pushing himself to his knees. His whole body ached terribly.

The wind spirit's eyes widened. "How are you alive? That should have killed you!"

"Curse of Achilles," Percy grumbled, rubbing his back.

The spirit yelled in fury, throwing a gust of wind. It shot at the satyr and flung him into the air.

"Coach!" The Hispanic boy yelled in horror. He ran forward, but the feather-haired girl pulled him back.

"Leo, no!" She yelled.

The spirit laughed and charged forward. Percy tried to get up to fight it--none of these demigods had enough training to--but he was too weak from the blow. 

But the other girl, whom Percy had barely noticed, gave a terrifying war cry and jumped forward. She had dark skin, braided dark hair, and a huge golden sword that seemed to come from nowhere. The girl attacked the spirit, engaging it with sword skills incredible for even a heavily trained demigod. She was easily better than 90% of Camp Half-Blood. Who was this girl?

The spirit knocked the sword from her hand and slapped her across the face, sending the girl to the ground. It stalked over to her, raising its hand for the final blow.

Percy gritted his teeth and surged to his feet. He gave a cry as he felt a wrenching in his gut. A huge wave of water soared up from the canyon bed below and slammed into the spirit with enough force that the winds it was made of exploded. Percy saw the whips separate and shoot up into the sky. The clouds receded and the storm stopped.

The two girls and the boy staggered to their feet, staring at Percy in shock. Butch had finally gotten he chariot close--with the storm, it had been impossible to get near.

"Who are you?" The boy asked.

"I'm Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon," he told them. "And who are you demigods?"

The three looked at each other, a sense of companionship passing between them.

The feather girl stepped forward. "I'm Piper," she introduced. "This is Leo," she said, pointing at the boy, "and this," she continued, nodding at the warrior girl, "is Reyna."

Percy's stomach lurched. "Reyna?" He gasped, green eyes widening.

The girl frowned. "Yes, do I know you?"

Percy nodded. He hadn't realized that Jason's Reyna was the girl from Circe's Island. He recognized her now. "Yeah, but don't you remember me?"

Slowly, Reyna shook her head. "No, I don't remember anything."

"What do you mean?" He asked quickly, horror seeping into this voice as he thought of Annabeth.

The girl shrugged. "Exactly that. My memory's gone."