𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐩. 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

Welcome to camp, you'll hate it

Evangeline had heard about the boy who killed the minotaur, she was informed about him by Annabeth. She was a little curious to see who had been strong enough to kill the Minotaur. To her disappointment, it was just some kid.

"So you're sure that minotaur boy is the key to you getting a quest?" Evangeline asked.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life" Annabeth replied, her voice filled with certainty

"I just don't think you should get your hopes up," Evangeline told her.

"I won't ok, but he is the one trust me." The blonde explained.

Evangeline raised her eyebrows.  "He's drooling all over the pillow."

Percy blinked harshly. Annabeth scraped off some of the pudding from his chin with the spoon.

"Annabeth," Evangeline told the blonde "His eyes are open."

Once the blonde noticed his eyes were indeed open, she began asking him questions. "What will happen at the summer solstice?"

He managed to croak. "What?"

The blonde looked around, as if afraid someone would overhear their conversation. "What's going on? What was stolen? We've only got a few weeks!"

"I'm sorry," Percy mumbled. "I don't..."

Somebody knocked on the door, and the girl quickly filled his mouth with pudding.

"So how long before the kid wakes up?" Evangeline broke the silence between Chiron, Mr D, and Annabeth.

"We must be patient," Chiron said warmly.

"I have things to do," The brunette crossed her arms.

"Like what?" Annabeth raised a brow.

"Like taking a nap, it's hard work."

The daughter of Athena scoffed and shook her head. Evangeline looked at the Camp around them. They were on the north shore of Long Island, with the valley camp built on marching all the way up to Long Island Sound, which glittered for about a mile in the distance.

The landscape was dotted with buildings that were built to replicate ancient Greek architecture- an open-air pavilion, an amphitheater, a circular arena but instead of having that worn down look over in Greece, all of the buildings here were pristine, their white marble columns sparkling in the sun.

In a nearby sandpit, a dozen campers and satyrs played volleyball. Canoes glided across a small lake. Kids in bright orange Camp T-shirts were chasing each other around a cluster of cabins nestled in the woods. Some shot targets at an archery range. Others rode horses down a wooded trail, and some flew overhead with pegasus.

At the card table on the porch, Chiron and Mr. D were in the middle of a game of pinochle.

Chiron currently sat in a motorized wheelchair, hiding his lower horse half. He had thinning brown hair and a scruffy beard. And he had on his favorite coffee-scented, frayed tweed jacket.

"Mr. Brunner!" a voice cried out, breaking the silence.

Evangeline turned her head slightly and found Percy Jackson limping his way toward them, Grover trailing behind. Percy still looked sickly, but not nearly as bad as before.

Chiron smiled at the boy. His eyes were mischievous as they were framed by smile wrinkles.

"Ah, good, Percy," he said. "Now we have four for pinochle."

He offered Percy a chair to the right of Mr. D, who looked at him with bloodshot eyes and heaved a great sigh. "Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now don't expect me to be glad to see you."