The House of Hades (Heroes of Olympus Book 4)

said. ‘Have you had any luck?’
    ‘No,’ Hazel admitted.
    She didn’t like to think about her failures – the seagull she couldn’t turn into a dragon, Coach Hedge’s baseball bat stubbornly refusing to turn into a hot dog. She just couldn’t make herself believe any of it was possible.
    ‘You’ll get it,’ Jason said.
    His tone surprised her. It wasn’t a throwaway comment just to be nice. He sounded truly convinced. She kept climbing, but she imagined him watching her with those piercing blue eyes, his jaw set with confidence.
    ‘How can you be sure?’ she asked.
    ‘Just am. I’ve got a good instinct for what people can do – demigods, anyway. Hecate wouldn’t have picked you if she didn’t believe you had power.’
    Maybe that should have made Hazel feel better. It didn’t.
    She
had a good instinct for people too. She understood what motivated most of her friends – even her brother, Nico, who wasn’t easy to read.
    But Jason? She didn’t have a clue. Everybody said he was a natural leader. She believed it. Here he was, making her feel like a valued member of the team, telling her she was capable of anything. But what was
Jason
capable of?
    She couldn’t talk to anyone about her doubts. Frank was in awe of the guy. Piper, of course, was head-over-heels. Leo washis best friend. Even Nico seemed to follow his lead without question.
    But Hazel couldn’t forget that Jason had been Hera’s first move in the war against the giants. The Queen of Olympus had dropped Jason into Camp Half-Blood, which had started this entire chain of events to stop Gaia. Why Jason first? Something told Hazel he was the linchpin. Jason would be the final play, too.
    To storm or fire the world must fall.
That’s what the prophecy said. As much as Hazel feared fire, she feared storms more. Jason Grace could cause some pretty huge storms.
    She glanced up and saw the rim of the cliff only a few yards above her.
    She reached the top, breathless and sweaty. A long sloping valley marched inland, dotted with scraggly olive trees and limestone boulders. There were no signs of civilization.
    Hazel’s legs trembled from the climb. Gale seemed anxious to explore. The weasel barked and farted and scampered into the nearest bushes. Far below, the
Argo II
looked like a toy boat in the channel. Hazel didn’t understand how anyone could shoot an arrow accurately from this high up, accounting for the wind and the glare of the sun off the water. At the mouth of the inlet, the massive shape of the turtle’s shell glinted like a burnished coin.
    Jason joined her at the top, looking no worse for the climb.
    He started to say, ‘Where –’
    ‘Here!’ said a voice.
    Hazel flinched. Only ten feet away, a man had appeared, a bow and quiver over his shoulder and two old-fashionedflintlock duelling pistols in his hands. He wore high leather boots, leather breeches and a pirate-style shirt. His curly black hair looked like a little kid’s do and his sparkly green eyes were friendly enough, but a red bandanna covered the lower half of his face.
    ‘Welcome!’ the bandit cried, pointing his guns at them. ‘Your money or your life!’
    Hazel was certain that he hadn’t been there a second ago. He’d simply materialized, as if he’d stepped out from behind an invisible curtain.
    ‘Who are you?’ Hazel asked.
    The bandit laughed. ‘ Sciron , of course!’
    ‘Chiron?’ Jason asked. ‘Like the centaur ?’
    The bandit rolled his eyes. ‘
Sky-
ron, my friend. Son of Poseidon! Thief extraordinaire! All-around awesome guy! But that’s not important. I’m not seeing any valuables!’ he cried, as if this were excellent news. ‘I guess that means you want to die?’
    ‘Wait,’ Hazel said. ‘We’ve got valuables. But, if we give them up, how can we be sure you’ll let us go?’
    ‘Oh, they
always
ask that,’ Sciron said. ‘I promise you, on the River Styx, that as soon as you surrender what I want, I will
not
shoot you. I will send you right back down that cliff.’
    Hazel gave Jason a wary look. River Styx or no, the way Sciron phrased his promise didn’t reassure her.
    ‘What if we fought you?’ Jason asked. ‘You can’t attack us and hold our ship hostage at the same –’
    BANG! BANG!
    It happened so fast that Hazel’s brain needed a moment to catch up.
    Smoke curled from the side of Jason’s head. Just above his left ear, a groove cut through his hair like a racing stripe. One of Sciron’s flintlocks was