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<strong>The</strong>n there was Khione. Dang, that girl was fine. Leo knew he‘d acted like a total fool, but he couldn‘t help<br />
himself. He‘d had his clothes cleaned with the one-hour valet service —which had been totally sweet, by the<br />
way. He‘d combed his hair—never an easy job—and even discovered the tool bag could make breath mints, all<br />
in hopes that he could get close to her. Naturally, no such luck.<br />
Getting frozen out—story of his life—by his relatives, foster homes, you name it. Even at Wilderness<br />
School, Leo had spent the last few weeks feeling like a third wheel as Jason and Piper, his only friends,<br />
became a couple. He was happy for them and all, but still it made him feel like they didn‘t need him anymore.<br />
When he‘d found out that Jason‘s whole time at school had been an illusion—a kind of a memory burp—<br />
Leo had been secretly excited. It was a chance for a reset. Now Jason and Piper were heading toward being a<br />
couple again—that was obvious from the way they‘d acted in the warehouse just now, like they wanted to talk in<br />
private without Leo around. What had he expected? He‘d wind up the odd man out again. Khione had just given<br />
him the cold shoulder a little quicker than most.<br />
―Enough, Valdez,‖ he scolded himself. ―Nobody‘s going to play any violins for you just because you‘re not<br />
important. Fix the stupid dragon.‖<br />
He got so involved with his work, he wasn‘t sure how much time had passed before he heard the voice.<br />
You‟re wrong, Leo, it said.<br />
He fumbled his brush and dropped it into the dragon‘s head. He stood, but he couldn‘t see who‘d spoken.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n he looked at the ground. Snow and chemical sludge from the toilets, even the asphalt itself was shifting<br />
like it was turning to liquid. A ten-foot-wide area formed eyes, a nose, and a mouth—the giant face of a sleeping<br />
woman.<br />
She didn‘t exactly speak. Her lips didn‘t move. But Leo could hear her voice in his head, as if the<br />
vibrations were coming through the ground, straight into his feet and resonating up his skeleton.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y need you desperately, she said. In some ways, you are the most important of the seven—like the<br />
control disk in the dragon‟s brain. Without you, the power of the others means nothing. <strong>The</strong>y will never reach<br />
me, never stop me. And I will fully wake.<br />
―You.‖ Leo was shaking so badly he wasn‘t sure he‘d spoken aloud. He hadn‘t heard that voice since he<br />
was eight, but it was her: the earthen woman from the machine shop. ―You killed my mom.‖<br />
<strong>The</strong> face shifted. <strong>The</strong> mouth formed a sleepy smile like it was having a pleasant dream. Ah, but Leo. I am<br />
your mother too—the First Mother. Do not oppose me. Walk away now. Let my son Porphyrion rise and become<br />
king, and I will ease your burdens. You will tread lightly on the earth.<br />
Leo grabbed the nearest thing he could find—a Porta-Potty seat—and threw it at the face. ―Leave me<br />
alone!‖<br />
it.<br />
<strong>The</strong> toilet seat sank into the liquid earth. Snow and sludge rippled, and the face dissolved.<br />
Leo stared at the ground, waiting for the face to reappear. But it didn‘t. Leo wanted to think he‘d imagined<br />
<strong>The</strong>n from the direction of the factory, he heard a crash—like two dump trucks slamming together. Metal<br />
crumpled and groaned, and the noise echoed across the yard. Instantly Leo knew that Jason and Piper were in<br />
trouble.<br />
Walk away now, the voice had urged.<br />
―Not likely,‖ Leo growled. ―Gimme the biggest hammer you got.‖<br />
He reached into his tool belt and pulled out a three-pound club hammer with a double-faced head the size<br />
of a baked potato. <strong>The</strong>n he jumped off the dragon‘s back and ran toward the warehouse.<br />
LEO STOPPED AT THE DOORS AND TRIED to control his breathing. <strong>The</strong> voice of the earth woman still rang<br />
in his ears, reminding him of his mother‘s death. <strong>The</strong> last thing he wanted to do was plunge into another dark<br />
warehouse. Suddenly he felt eight years old again, alone and helpless as someone he cared about was trapped<br />
and in trouble.<br />
Stop it, he told himself. That‘s how she wants you to feel.<br />
But that didn‘t make him any less scared. He took a deep breath and peered inside. Nothing looked<br />
different. Gray morning light filtered through the hole in the roof. A few lightbulbs flickered, but most of the<br />
factory floor was still lost in shadows. He could make out the catwalk above, the dim shapes of heavy<br />
machinery along the assembly line, but no movement. No sign of his friends.<br />
He almost called out, but something stopped him—a sense he couldn‘t identify. <strong>The</strong>n he realized it<br />
was smell. Something smelled wrong—like burning motor oil and sour breath.<br />
Something not human was inside the factory. Leo was certain. His body shifted into high gear, all his<br />
nerves tingling.<br />
Somewhere on the factory floor, Piper‘s voice cried out: ―Leo, help!‖