The Heroes of Olympus: The Complete Series

by Rick Riordan

‘It’ll take a year at least,’ Nyssa guessed. ‘Do we have that much time?’

  ‘You have six months at most,’ Chiron said. ‘You should sail by summer solstice, when the gods’ power is strongest. Besides, we evidently cannot trust the wind gods, and the summer winds are the least powerful and easiest to navigate. You dare not sail any later, or you may be too late to stop the giants. You must avoid ground travel, using only air and sea, so this vehicle is perfect. Jason being the son of the sky god …’

  His voice trailed off, but Leo figured Chiron was thinking about his missing student, Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon. He would’ve been good on this voyage, too.

  Jake Mason turned to Leo. ‘Well, one thing’s for sure. You are now senior counsellor. This is the biggest honour the cabin has ever had. Anyone object?’

  Nobody did. All his cabinmates smiled at him, and Leo could almost feel their cabin’s curse breaking, their sense of hopelessness melting away.

  ‘It’s official, then,’ Jake said. ‘You’re the man.’

  For once, Leo was speechless. Ever since his mom died, he’d spent his life on the run. Now he’d found a home and a family. He’d found a job to do. And, as scary as it was, Leo wasn’t tempted to run – not even a little.

  ‘Well,’ he said at last, ‘if you guys elect me leader, you must be even crazier than I am. So let’s build a spankin’ hot war machine!’

  LV

  JASON

  Jason waited alone in Cabin One.

  Annabeth and Rachel were due any minute for the head counsellors’ meeting, and Jason needed time to think.

  His dreams the night before had been worse than he’d wanted to share – even with Piper. His memory was still foggy, but bits and pieces were coming back. The night Lupa had tested him at the Wolf House, to decide if he would be a pup or food. Then the long trip south to … he couldn’t remember, but he had flashes of his old life. The day he’d got his tattoo. The day he’d been raised on a shield and proclaimed a praetor. His friends’ faces: Dakota, Gwendolyn, Hazel, Bobby. And Reyna. Definitely there’d been a girl named Reyna. He wasn’t sure what she’d meant to him, but the memory made him question what he felt about Piper – and wonder if he was doing something wrong. The problem was he liked Piper a lot.

  Jason moved his stuff to the corner alcove where his sister had once slept. He put Thalia’s photograph back on the wall so he didn’t feel alone. He stared up at the frowning statue of Zeus, mighty and proud, but the statue didn’t scare him any more. It just made him feel sad.

  ‘I know you can hear me,’ Jason said to the statue.

  The statue said nothing. Its painted eyes seemed to stare at him.

  ‘I wish I could talk with you in person,’ Jason continued, ‘but I understand you can’t do that. The Roman gods don’t like to interact with mortals so much, and – well, you’re the king. You’ve got to set an example.’

  More silence. Jason had hoped for something – a bigger than usual rumble of thunder, a bright light, a smile. No, never mind. A smile would’ve been creepy.

  ‘I remember some things,’ he said. The more he talked, the less self-conscious he felt. ‘I remember that it’s hard being a son of Jupiter. Everyone is always looking at me to be a leader, but I always feel alone. I guess you feel the same way up on Olympus. The other gods challenge your decisions. Sometimes you’ve got to make hard choices, and the others criticize you. And you can’t come to my aid like other gods might. You’ve got to keep me at a distance so it doesn’t look like you’re playing favourites. I guess I just wanted to say …’

  Jason took a deep breath. ‘I understand all that. It’s okay. I’m going to try to do my best. I’ll try to make you proud. But I could really use some guidance, Dad. If there’s anything you can do – help me so I can help my friends. I’m afraid I’ll get them killed. I don’t know how to protect them.’

  The back of his neck tingled. He realized someone was standing behind him. He turned and found a woman in a black hooded robe, with a goatskin cloak over her shoulders and a sheathed Roman sword – a gladius – in her hands.

  ‘Hera,’ he said.

  She pushed back her hood. ‘To you, I have always been Juno. And your father has already sent you guidance, Jason. He sent you Piper and Leo. They’re not just your responsibility. They are also your friends. Listen to them, and you will do well.’

  ‘Did Jupiter send you here to tell me that?’

  ‘No one sends me anywhere, hero,’ she said. ‘I am not a messenger.’

  ‘But you got me into this. Why did you send me to this camp?’

  ‘I think you know,’ Juno said. ‘An exchange of leaders was necessary. It was the only way to bridge the gap.’

  ‘I didn’t agree to it.’

  ‘No. But Zeus gave your life to me, and I am helping you fulfil your destiny.’

  Jason tried to control his anger. He looked down at his orange camp shirt and the tattoos on his arm, and he knew these things should not go together. He had become a contradiction – a mixture as dangerous as anything Medea could cook up.

  ‘You’re not giving me all my memories,’ he said. ‘Even though you promised.’

  ‘Most will return in time,’ Juno said. ‘But you must find your own way back. You need these next months with your new friends, your new home. You’re gaining their trust. By the time you sail in your ship, you will be a leader at this camp. And you will be ready to be a peacemaker between two great powers.’

  ‘What if you’re not telling the truth?’ he asked. ‘What if you’re doing this to cause another civil war?’

  Juno’s expression was impossible to read – amusement? Disdain? Affection? Possibly all three. As much as she appeared human, Jason knew she was not. He could still see that blinding light – the true form of the goddess that had seared itself into his brain. She was Juno and Hera. She existed in many places at once. Her reasons for doing something were never simple.

  ‘I am the goddess of family,’ she said. ‘My family has been divided for too long.’

  ‘They divided us so we don’t kill each other,’ Jason said. ‘That seems like a pretty good reason.’

  ‘The prophecy demands that we change. The giants will rise. Each can only be killed by a god and demigod working together. Those demigods must be the seven greatest of the age. As it stands, they are divided between two places. If we remain divided, we cannot win. Gaia is counting on this. You must unite the heroes of Olympus and sail together to meet the giants on the ancient battlegrounds of Greece. Only then will the gods be convinced to join you. It will be the most dangerous quest, the most important voyage, ever attempted by the children of the gods.’

  Jason looked up again at the glowering statue of his father.

  ‘It’s not fair,’ Jason said. ‘I could ruin everything.’

  ‘You could,’ Juno agreed. ‘But gods need heroes. We always have.’

  ‘Even you? I thought you hated heroes.’

  The goddess gave him a dry smile. ‘I have that reputation. But, if you want the truth, Jason, I often envy other gods their mortal children. You demigods can span both worlds. I think this helps your godly parents – even Jupiter, curse him – to understand the mortal world better than I.’

  Juno sighed so unhappily that despite his anger, Jason almost felt sorry for her.

  ‘I am the goddess of marriage,’ she said. ‘It is not in my nature to be faithless. I have only two godly children – Ares and Hephaestus – both of whom are disappointments. I have no mortal heroes to do my bidding, which is why I am so often bitter towards demigods – Heracles, Aeneas, all of them. But it is also why I favoured the first Jason, a pure mortal, who had no godly parent to guide him. And why I am glad Zeus gave you to me. You will be my champion, Jason. You will be the greatest of heroes and bring unity to the demigods, and thus to Olympus.’

  Her words settled over him, as heavy as sandbags. Two days ago, he’d been terrified by the idea of leading demigods into a Great Prop
hecy, sailing off to battle the giants and save the world.

  He was still terrified, but something had changed. He no longer felt alone. He had friends now, and a home to fight for. He even had a patron goddess looking out for him, which had to count for something, even if she seemed a little untrustworthy.

  Jason had to stand up and accept his destiny, just as he had done when he faced Porphyrion with his bare hands. Sure, it seemed impossible. He might die. But his friends were counting on him.

  ‘And if I fail?’ he asked.

  ‘Great victory requires great risk,’ she admitted. ‘Fail, and there will be bloodshed like we have never seen. Demigods will destroy one another. The giants will overrun Olympus. Gaia will wake, and the earth will shake off everything we have built over five millennia. It will be the end of us all.’

  ‘Great. Just great.’

  Someone pounded on the cabin doors.

  Juno pulled her hood back over her face. Then she handed Jason the sheathed gladius. ‘Take this for the weapon you lost. We will speak again. Like it or not, Jason, I am your sponsor and your link to Olympus. We need each other.’

  The goddess vanished as the doors creaked open, and Piper walked in.

  ‘Annabeth and Rachel are here,’ she said. ‘Chiron has summoned the council.’

  LVI

  JASON

  The council was nothing like Jason imagined. For one thing, it was in the Big House rec room, around a ping-pong table, and one of the satyrs was serving nachos and sodas. Somebody had brought Seymour the leopard head in from the living room and hung him on the wall. Every once in a while, a counsellor would toss him a Snausage.

  Jason looked around the room and tried to remember everyone’s name. Thankfully, Leo and Piper were sitting next to him – it was their first meeting as senior counsellors. Clarisse, leader of the Ares cabin, had her boots on the table, but nobody seemed to care. Clovis from Hypnos cabin was snoring in the corner while Butch from Iris cabin was seeing how many pencils he could fit in Clovis’s nostrils. Travis Stoll from Hermes was holding a lighter under a ping-pong ball to see if it would burn, and Will Solace from Apollo was absently wrapping and unwrapping a bandage around his wrist. The counsellor from Hecate cabin, Lou Ellen something-or-other, was playing ‘got-your-nose’ with Miranda Gardiner from Demeter, except that Lou Ellen really had magically disconnected Miranda’s nose and Miranda was trying to get it back.

  Jason had hoped Thalia would show. She’d promised, after all – but she was nowhere to be seen. Chiron had told him not to worry about it. Thalia often got sidetracked fighting monsters or running quests for Artemis, and she would probably arrive soon. But, still, Jason worried.

  Rachel Dare, the Oracle, sat next to Chiron at the head of the table. She was wearing her Clarion Academy school uniform dress, which seemed a bit odd, but she smiled at Jason.

  Annabeth didn’t look so relaxed. She wore armour over her camp clothes, with her knife at her side and her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. As soon as Jason walked in, she fixed him with an expectant look, as if she were trying to extract information out of him by sheer willpower.

  ‘Let’s come to order,’ Chiron said. ‘Lou Ellen, please give Miranda her nose back. Travis, if you’d kindly extinguish the flaming ping-pong ball and, Butch, I think twenty pencils is really too many for any human nostril. Thank you. Now, as you can see, Jason, Piper and Leo have returned successfully … more or less. Some of you have heard parts of their story, but I will let them fill you in.’

  Everyone looked at Jason. He cleared his throat and began the story. Piper and Leo chimed in from time to time, filling in the details he forgot.

  It only took a few minutes, but it seemed like longer with everyone watching him. The silence was heavy, and for so many ADHD demigods to sit still listening for that long Jason knew the story must have sounded pretty wild. He ended with Hera’s visit right before the meeting.

  ‘So Hera was here,’ Annabeth said. ‘Talking to you.’

  Jason nodded. ‘Look, I’m not saying I trust her –’

  ‘That’s smart,’ Annabeth said.

  ‘– but she isn’t making this up about another group of demigods. That’s where I came from.’

  ‘Romans.’ Clarisse tossed Seymour a Snausage. ‘You expect us to believe there’s another camp with demigods, but they follow the Roman forms of the gods. And we’ve never even heard of them.’

  Piper sat forward. ‘The gods have kept the two groups apart, because every time they see each other, they try to kill each other.’

  ‘I can respect that,’ Clarisse said. ‘Still, why haven’t we ever run across each other on quests?’

  ‘Oh, yes,’ Chiron said sadly. ‘You have, many times. It’s always a tragedy, and always the gods do their best to wipe clean the memories of those involved. The rivalry goes all the way back to the Trojan War, Clarisse. The Greeks invaded Troy and burned it to the ground. The Trojan hero Aeneas escaped, and eventually made his way to Italy, where he founded the race that would some day become Rome. The Romans grew more and more powerful, worshipping the same gods but under different names and with slightly different personalities.’

  ‘More warlike,’ Jason said. ‘More united. More about expansion, conquest and discipline.’

  ‘Yuck,’ Travis put in.

  Several of the others looked equally uncomfortable, though Clarisse shrugged like it sounded okay to her.

  Annabeth twirled her knife on the table. ‘And the Romans hated the Greeks. They took revenge when they conquered the Greek isles and made them part of the Roman Empire.’

  ‘Not exactly hated them,’ Jason said. ‘The Romans admired Greek culture and were a little jealous. In return, the Greeks thought the Romans were barbarians, but they respected their military power. So during Roman times demigods started to divide – either Greek or Roman.’

  ‘And it’s been that way ever since,’ Annabeth guessed. ‘But this is crazy. Chiron, where were the Romans during the Titan War? Didn’t they want to help?’

  Chiron tugged at his beard. ‘They did help, Annabeth. While you and Percy were leading the battle to save Manhattan, who do think conquered Mount Othrys, the Titans’ base in California?’

  ‘Hold on,’ Travis said. ‘You said Mount Othrys just crumbled when we beat Kronos.’

  ‘No,’ Jason said. He remembered flashes of the battle – a giant in starry armour and a helm mounted with ram’s horns. He remembered his army of demigods scaling Mount Tam, fighting through hordes of snake monsters. ‘It didn’t just fall. We destroyed their palace. I defeated the Titan Krios myself.’

  Annabeth’s eyes were as stormy as a ventus. Jason could almost see her thoughts moving, putting the pieces together. ‘The Bay Area. We demigods were always told to stay away from it because Mount Othrys was there. But that wasn’t the only reason, was it? The Roman camp – it’s got to be somewhere near San Francisco. I bet it was put there to keep watch on the Titans’ territory. Where is it?’

  Chiron shifted in his wheelchair. ‘I cannot say. Honestly, even I have never been trusted with that information. My counterpart, Lupa, is not exactly the sharing type. Jason’s memory, too, has been burned away.’

  ‘The camp’s heavily veiled with magic,’ Jason said. ‘And heavily guarded. We could search for years and never find it.’

  Rachel Dare laced her fingers. Of all the people in the room, only she didn’t seem nervous about the conversation. ‘But you’ll try, won’t you? You’ll build Leo’s boat, the Argo II. And before you make for Greece you’ll sail for the Roman camp. You’ll need their help to confront the giants.’

  ‘Bad plan,’ Clarisse warned. ‘If those Romans see a warship coming, they’ll assume we’re attacking.’

  ‘You’re probably right,’ Jason agreed. ‘But we have to try. I was sent here to learn about Camp Half-Blood, to try to convince you the two camps don’t have to be enemies. A peace offering.’

  ‘Hmm,’ Rachel said. ‘Because Hera i
s convinced we need both camps to win the war with the giants. Seven heroes of Olympus – some Greek, some Roman.’

  Annabeth nodded. ‘Your Great Prophecy – what’s the last line?’

  ‘And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.’

  ‘Gaia has opened the Doors of Death,’ Annabeth said. ‘She’s letting out the worst villains of the Underworld to fight us. Medea, Midas – there’ll be more, I’m sure. Maybe the line means that the Roman and Greek demigods will unite and find the doors, and close them.’

  ‘Or it could mean they fight each other at the Doors of Death,’ Clarisse pointed out. ‘It doesn’t say we’ll cooperate.’

  There was silence as the campers let that happy thought sink in.

  ‘I’m going,’ Annabeth said. ‘Jason, when you get this ship built, let me go with you.’

  ‘I was hoping you’d offer,’ Jason said. ‘You of all people – we’ll need you.’

  ‘Wait.’ Leo frowned. ‘I mean that’s cool with me and all. But why Annabeth of all people?’

  Annabeth and Jason studied one another, and Jason knew she had put it together. She saw the dangerous truth.

  ‘Hera said my coming here was an exchange of leaders,’ Jason said. ‘A way for the two camps to learn of each other’s existence.’

  ‘Yeah?’ Leo said. ‘So?’

  ‘An exchange goes two ways,’ Jason said. ‘When I got here, my memory was wiped. I didn’t know who I was or where I belonged. Fortunately, you guys took me in and I found a new home. I know you’re not my enemy. The Roman camp – they’re not so friendly. You prove your worth quickly, or you don’t survive. They may not be so nice to him, and if they learn where he comes from he’s going to be in serious trouble.’

  ‘Him?’ Leo said. ‘Who are you talking about?’

  ‘My boyfriend,’ Annabeth said grimly. ‘He disappeared around the same time Jason appeared. If Jason came to Camp Half-Blood –’

  ‘Exactly,’ Jason agreed. ‘Percy Jackson is at the other camp, and he probably doesn’t even remember who he is.’