Hermitcraft/Empires SMP/Third Life/Afterlife Randomness

Camp Hermit-Blood (Part 2)

So...

You've probably figured out by now that I like crossovers.

Like, REALLY like crossovers.

What can I say? They're fun to write!

-Indigo

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"This is it," Grover said proudly, gesturing to the farm.

"This is it?" Grian asked.

The other Hermits shared his confusion. All they saw was a strawberry farm.

Except Gem, however. She was excited. "I love strawberries!"

Grover sighed. "You'll see. Just... just go down there. Once you pass this pine tree" - he touched a spruce next to him - "you'll see it."

The Hermits started down the hill, and one by one, they all gasped as they saw what Camp Half-Blood really looked like.

I'm not gonna describe it. The Percy Jackson books do that just fine.

"Is that lava?" Tango exclaimed, pointing to a climbing wall.

"That forest is scary, I'm not going in there," Scar said.

"Are you kidding? I bet there's all sorts of mobs and cool stuff to fight!" Ren said, swinging his sword. False nodded eagerly.

"Is that where we sleep?" Bdubs said, looking at a jumble of crazy buildings. Then he yawned. "I could use a nap."

"You could always use a nap," Tango pointed out.

Bdubs shrugged and yawned again, causing several other people in their group, including Grover, to as well.

"Well then," Grover said. "I'll take you to Chiron. Someone will give you he grand tour of the place. Then I think I'll take a nap. It's been a long day."

"Literally all you did was bring us here," Grian said.

"I've done other things, too," Grover protested. "Exhausting things. Like dealing with Percy."

"Who's Percy?" Gem said curiously.

"My friend. I brought him here a few days ago. Since then, all he's been doing is cause trouble. He drenched a few Ares kids with toilet water yesterday, and now they all hate him."

Grian looked at him with interest. "Toilet water?"

"Don't get any ideas," Grover warned.

Grian was getting ideas.

The group headed down the hill toward a big blue farmhouse. It was probably the most normal structure at the camp.

As they approached the house, they saw a fat guy sitting in a rocking chair on the porch.

"Is that Chiron?" Gem said.

Grover snorted. "No. That's Mr. D."

"What does the D stand for?"

"You'll have to ask him. But he doesn't like demigods, so be careful."

They saw that as they got closer.

"How many more little annoying idiots did you bring this time? Ten?" Mr. D snapped.

Grover froze. "Seven, sir."

"Still too many," Mr. D grumbled. "Then again, one is too many. How many more years, again?"

"Only a hundred years to go, sir."