She nodded at me, and quickly tied her hair up into a ponytail, like mine. We both pulled on our climbing shoes quickly, and I zipped my wind breaker all of the way up.
I was beginning to get windy, and that worried me.
I glanced inside of the window, Annabeth’s mist was working. Tourists would look outside see nothing and keep moving, a few came up to the door and then acted as if there was no handles and went to find another way out to the patio. Those who did walk out of the doors that were on either sides of ours, would suddenly act as if it was freezing cold and raining outside and immediately walk back in.
Just as I finished putting on my left shoes I saw a group of kids, ages six to fifteen, walking around the room wearing shirts that said ‘Happy Fun times and Learning Camp’, which sounded like a fairly oxymoronic name to me. Generally I didn’t put ‘happy fun time’ and ‘learning’ together in a sentence. All of them looked bored except one, she stared at Annabeth and I with wide blue eyes displaying an expression of horror. She poked her friend and pointed at us, but her friend just shrugged her off.
I quickly reached into the backpack and pulled out a Camp Half-Blood business card and placed it just under the door.
She watched me, confused and terrified.
I winked and then picked up the walkie-talkie.
“Thalia,” I said, “It’s Lea, we about to go onto the roof. Oh and by the way, I think we’ve got an undiscovered demi-god up here. She’s got chop cut red hair and she’s part of the fun time camp. Keep your eye out.”
“Got it,” replied Thalia’s voice crackling with static.
I stuffed a few more Sour Patch Kids in my mouth, then tucked the bag into my backpack, I would finish enjoying them later.
Then I slipped on the climbing gloves, stood, slinging my backpack on, clipping it in the front, and shoved myself through the hole in the wires.
I gripped onto the cables stepping carefully from one to the next, the wind pulled at my hair angrily.
Thanks to the grip shoes I never lost my footing as I climbed over the top of the observation deck, and onto the slick roof top. Annabeth was close behind.
The roof wasn’t steep, but there was no hand or footholds whatsoever.
Annabeth tried to say something to me, but the wind drowned her voice out.
It felt like we were in the middle of an ice cold twister, and trust me I knew what that felt like, but down below there was no evidence of wind. The trees were motionless and the flags hung loosely. It was as if the winds were only gathering around us.
Annabeth made a motion like she was shooting a gun, and I got the hint. She and I had played enough charades together, to almost be able to talk physically.
I un-zipped my bag, a gust of wind tore it open further, one of my Converse and my bag of Sour Patch Kids came flying out, hurdling off the edge of the roof.
“Come on, Really?” I yelled frustratedly at no one in particular.
I quickly pulled out the laughable grappling hook and re-zipped my back pack.
I aimed carefully, hopefully, Henry’s shotgun lessons would come in handy.
I aimed at the steel framework that topped the Needle.
I pulled the trigger and with a click and a whir, the hook and cable shot out, catching on the metal.
I began to walk up the roof, using the grappling hook cable as a rope to keep me steady. Annabeth kept close behind me, until we reached the concave portion of the roof. I looped the cable around my foot and shimmied up, using the stick gloves to get a hold at the top. From there I pulled Annabeth up.
“Almost there,” I groaned, with effort as I lifted her.
I stepped up to the last level and quickly reset the grappling hook just in case and put it in my windbreaker pocket. All that was left of the ascent was the small metal tower, which would be easy enough to climb, but only one of us could do it. I wasn’t big enough for two people to climb.
We stood at the base, and then without questioning I stepped up, beginning the ascent.
I heard Annabeth begin to protest, but this was my quest I’d already put her enough danger bringing her here with me.
It was a short climb, to get to where I could see the staff, tucked in amongst all the other metal bars at the very top. I’d have to take off the little red light that capped the tower, and pull the staff out through there.
The light came off easy enough, I just had to unscrew it.
I held it in one hand, lacing that arm through the top bar to keep my hold on the tower, and with my free hand pulled the metal rod out of the tower. I carefully screwed the light back on and climbed down. The simple rod of metal hummed in my hand, I could feel the power in it although it looked like a simple steel pole. It was about five feet tall, just the right size to be used as a pole-staff.
When I reached the base of the tower I turned to Annabeth and said, “Man, that was too easy,” as I stroked the metal.
“Your right,” said a voice, but it wasn’t Annabeth.
Annabeth spun around, turning to stand next to me, pulling out her dagger.
Standing on the edge of the second level of the roof was what look like a native Seattle punk rock chick.
She slightly resembled Thalia, she was around twenty one, with multiple piercings; snakebites, nose, eyebrows, gauges, the full deal.
He head was half-shaven on one side, and on the other side it was a long choppy blue that got lighter and lighter as it got longer, going from navy to ice blue.
She wore a leather jacket with spiked shoulders, ripped grey jeans, multiple studded belts, chain necklaces and combat boots.
She actually looked pretty cool.
Except, you know, the whole I’m going to kill you ice blue death stare, which was even scarier because of her thick black eyeliner.
“So this is what all the fuss is about,” she cooed, “Just looks like a metal rod to me. Oh well, I guess I still have to kill you.”
Then she swished her hand and the wind grew stronger I gripped tightly to the tower.
“Oh you’re stubborn,” she continued, with a smirk, “I guess I have to respect that.”
“Who are you?” I yelled.
“Oreithyia,” she replied, “Goddess of the mountain winds but I made special trip out here just for you.”
“Why do want to kill us?” I asked, my voice begin torn from my lips by the gale force gusts that pulled at me.
“You stole my daughter’s boyfriend,” she replied, but she didn’t actually seem mad, just like she needed an excuse to be here.
“What? Who?” I asked, confused, last time I checked I hadn’t taken anybody away from anybody.
“My daughter is Khione, goddess of snow,” she explained.
“Well, you look good for a mother of your age,” I had to admit, “She must have been hard to raise.”
“You don’t even know, she so possessive,” complained Oreithyia, “I actually don’t blame you for taking her little fire boy. He didn’t seem very happy anyways.”
“Oh Leo,” I said, “Right, yeah, I didn’t take him he escaped on his own. I’m actually dating a son of Hades.”
“Oh you made it official?” asked Annabeth from next to me.
“Yeah,” I replied, “More or less.”
“Oh, I see,” said Oreithyia.
“So are you gonna leave us alone?” I begged, scrambling to get a better grip on the small tower and still hold onto the staff.
“Nah,” said Oreithyia, “Might as well kill you, I know my husband likes you little demigods. I don’t want him to think I’m his side.”
“What’d he do to you?” I asked.
“I was a happy nymph once, living on my own perfect mountain and Boreas had to come scoop me up and take me as his wife,” she explained bitterly, “Persephone said I’d learn to love him, but it’s been 3000 years, and I still want to go home.”
“Why don’t you just ask?” I offered, desperately clinging tighter and the winds stayed constant.
“You know that’s actually not a bad idea,” she agreed.
The gale around us died.
I let go of my grip on the tower and sighed with relief.
“But it would be easier if I just killed you,” she said, “Plus I wouldn’t have to deal with Khio, when I get home.”
With that she flicked her hand and Annabeth and I were flung over the edge of the Space Needle.
I scrambled for some sort of grip on something but I was falling through midair, Annabeth right above me.
I fumbled for anything that could possibly help us, in a few seconds she and I would make very nice demigod pancakes.
Then I felt it, the launch able grappling hook was still in my pocket.
In that second my adrenaline did not fail me, I turned in midair, pulled the trigger and shot at the Space Needle.
The hook caught on a small metal bar only two hundred feet above the ground.
The line snapped taught and as I swung I grabbed Annabeth, and we flew threw the air like Tarzan and Jane on a vine, expect with a lot more screaming.
Both of our weight was relying on my right hand which clung tightly to the pistol size devices as we swung back and forth, about thirty feet in the air.
Annabeth noticed me struggling and she quickly climbed up me, stepping on my shoulder and head, and began to shimmy up the cable, after a few minutes she was all the was at the top, she stepped out onto the metal framework of the main tower and pulled me up.
Carefully we descended jumping down the last ten feet.
No tourists seemed to notice us.
We stood for a minute catching our breath, then looked at each other and fist bumped. The staff was still in my hand and I pretty sure I couldn’t unlock my knuckles to let go of it.
Within seconds Thalia raced out of the door and found us.
“Oh my gods, are you guys all right? I saw you fall?” she asked.
I gave her a thumbs up and a cough as a way of saying, “I’m fine, not a splatter mark on the pavement.”
“What happened?” she demanded.
“I happened,” replied Oreithyia, who was leaning against a pole, a few feet away.
“You know,” I said, between breaths, “You have a really bad habit of cutting in on others peoples conversations.”
She shrugged, “See I actually feel a little bad for tossing you over the edge, I mean you never really did anything to me personally, but I still have a bone to pick with you.”
“What do you want?” I asked.
“A trade. Because your chill and you friend here has a great sense of style,” she gestured to Thalia, “I’ll let you go free if you give me the metal stick.”
“I’m sorry I can’t do that,” I replied.
She shrugged nonchalantly, “Well if you don’t have anything valuable to offer…”
“How do three Imagine Drakons tickets sound? Front row seats,” I offered, my voice coming back, beginning to sound more confident.
Without hesitation she replied, “Deal.”
I nodded to Thalia, who reluctantly unzipped her bags and handed Oreithyia the tickets.
Oreithyia, smirked one last time, and then there was a whirlwind and she was gone.
“Ugh,” said Annabeth.
“Uuggghh,” agreed Thalia.
“Triple Ugh,” I agreed.
“I was looking forward to that,” said Annabeth.
“We all were,” added Thalia.
“Let’s just go,” I said.
The sky flashed, and I braced myself.
We I opened my eyes again we were back on Olympus.
Like always there was someone waiting for us there, but this time it wasn’t Zeus.