The Lost Hero

―You know another good use for gold?‖ Jason said.
Midas raised his eyebrows, suddenly excited. ―Yes?‖
―It‘s an excellent conductor of electricity.‖
Jason raised his javelin, and the ceiling exploded. A lightning bolt ripped through the roof like it was an
eggshell, connected with the tip of Jason‘s spear, and sent out arcs of energy that blasted the sofas to shreds.
Chunks of ceiling plaster crashed down. The chandelier groaned and snapped offits chain, and Midas screamed
as it pinned him to the floor. The glass immediately turned into gold.
When the rumbling stopped, freezing rain poured into the building. Midas cursed in Ancient Greek,
thoroughly pinned under his chandelier. The rain soaked everything, turning the gold chandelier back to glass.
Piper and Leo were slowly changing too, along with the other statues in the room.
Then the front door burst open, and Coach Hedge charged in, club ready. His mouth was covered with
dirt, snow, and grass.
―What‘d I miss?‖ he asked.
―Where were you?‖ Jason demanded. His head was spinning from summoning the lightning bolt, and it
was all he could do to keep from passing out. ―I was screaming for help.‖
Hedge belched. ―Getting a snack. Sorry. Who needs killing?‖
―No one, now!‖ Jason said. ―Just grab Leo. I‘ll get Piper.‖
―Don‘t leave me like this!‖ Midas wailed.
All around him the statues of his victims were turning to flesh—his daughter, his barber, and a whole lot of
angry-looking guys with swords.
Jason grabbed Piper‘s golden bag and his own supplies.
Then he threw a rug over the golden statue of Lit on the throne. Hopefully that would keep the Reaper of
Men from turning back to flesh—at least until after Midas‘s victims did.
―Let‘s get out of here,‖ Jason told Hedge. ―I think these guys will want some quality time with Midas.‖
PIPER WOKE UP COLD AND SHIVERING.
She‘d had the worst dream about an old guy with donkey ears chasing her around and shouting, You‟re it!
―Oh, god.‖ Her teeth chattered. ―He turned me to gold!‖
―You‘re okay now.‖ Jason leaned over and tucked a warm blanket around her, but she still felt as cold as a
Boread.
She blinked, trying to figure out where they were. Next to her, a campfire blazed, turning the air sharp with
smoke. Firelight flickered against rock walls. They were in a shallow cave, but it didn‘t offer much protection.
Outside, the wind howled. Snow blew sideways. It might‘ve been day or night. The storm made it too dark to
tell.
―L-L-Leo?‖ Piper managed.
―Present and un-gold-ified.‖ Leo was also wrapped in blankets. He didn‘t look great, but better than Piper
felt. ―I got the precious metal treatment too,‖ he said. ―But I came out of it faster. Dunno why. We had to dunk
you in the river to get you back completely. Tried to dry you off, but … it‘s really, really cold.‖
―You‘ve got hypothermia,‖ Jason said. ―We risked as much nectar as we could. Coach Hedge did a little
nature magic—‖
―Sports medicine.‖ The coach‘s ugly face loomed over her. ―Kind of a hobby of mine. Your breath might
smell like wild mushrooms and Gatorade for a few days, but it‘ll pass. You probably won‘t die. Probably.‖
―Thanks,‖ Piper said weakly. ―How did you beat Midas?‖
Jason told her the story, putting most of it down to luck.
The coach snorted. ―Kid‘s being modest. You should‘ve seen him. Hi-yah! Slice! Boom with the lightning!‖
―Coach, you didn‘t even see it,‖ Jason said. ―You were outside eating the lawn.‖
But the satyr was just warming up. ―Then I came in with my club, and we dominated that room. Afterward,
I told him, ‗Kid, I‘m proud of you! If you could just work on your upper body strength—‘‖
―Coach,‖ said Jason.
―Yeah?‖
―Shut up, please.‖
―Sure.‖ The coach sat down at the fire and started chewing his cudgel.
Jason put his hand on Piper‘s forehead and checked her temperature. ―Leo, can you stoke the fire?‖
―On it.‖ Leo summoned a baseball-sized clump of flames and lobbed it into the campfire.