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🍦— 017. fight for your life.
RIGHT, so being met with Chiron, a fat Satyr from the Council whose name was Silenus, and some archers from the Apollo Cabin who were all ready to fight whatever was to come, didn't really lift Vivi's spirit up. The group of six all landed in the middle of the Cabin area and slid off their respective pegasi.
Chiron raised an eyebrow when he saw Nico, but if Vivi expected him to be surprised by their latest news about Quintus being Daedalus, or Kronos rising, she was mistaken.
"I feared as much," Chiron replied. "We must hurry. Hopefully you have slowed down the Titan Lord, but his vanguard will still be coming through. They will be anxious for blood. Most of our defenders are already in place. Come!"
"Wait a moment," Silenus interrupted. "What of the search for Pan? You are almost three weeks overdue, Grover Underwood! Your searcher's license is revoked!"
Grover took a deep breath, standing up straight and looking Silenus in the eye. "Searchers' licenses don't matter any more. The great God Pan is dead. He has passed on and left us his spirit."
Silenus' face turned as red as Apollo's cows back on Geryon's ranch. "What? Sacrilege and lies! Grover Underwood, I will have you exiled for speaking thus!"
"It's true," Percy argued. "We were there when he died. All of us."
"Impossible! You are all liars! Nature destroyers!"
Chiron studied Grover's face. "We will speak of this later."
"We will speak of it now!" Silenus demanded. "We must deal with this ─ "
"Silenus," Chiron cut in. "My camp is under attack. The matter of Pan has waited two thousand years. I fear it will have to wait a bit longer. Assuming we are still here this evening."
And on that happy note, he readied his bow and galloped toward the woods, leaving them to follow as best they could.
It was the biggest military operation Vivi'd ever seen at camp, and she saw none, so there you go. Everyone was at the clearing, dressed in full battle armor, but this time it wasn't for capture the flag. The Hephaestus cabin had set up traps around the entrance to the Labyrinth ─ razor wire, pits filled with pots of Greek fire, rows of sharpened sticks to deflect a charge. Beckendorf was manning two catapults the size of pickup trucks, already primed and aimed at Zeus's Fist.
The Ares cabin was on the front line, drilling in phalanx formation with Clarisse calling orders. Vivi saw George all ready for the enemy army to arrive. Apollo's and Hermes's cabins were scattered in the woods with bows ready. Many had taken up positions in the trees. Even the dryads were armed with bows, and the satyrs trotted around with wooden cudgels and shields made of rough tree bark.
