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Chapter Four

"It was a mistake", you said.
But the cruel thing was,
it felt like the mistake was mine,
for trusting you.

–David Levithan

Fortunately and unfortunately for me, I didn't appear on the Ares table. Crushing their food underneath my boots would have likely resulted in a very violent welcoming from the demigods that I was more than happy to go without. With that being said, I would've taken the violent welcoming if it meant I didn't land on the Athena table.

But, of course, the fates hate me, so I landed right in Malcolm Pace's food.

His innocent grey eyes widened in shock as he stared at my black boots that were crushing his burger.

Because of my entrance, suddenly I had all of Athena kids looking up at me with their beady, grey eyes that reminded me of ruined happy memories. I wasn't alone, however. At another table, Luke was in a similar situation to mine. The only difference is that the victims of Luke's shoes were his half-siblings.

The rest of the army appeared right next to the tables instead of on them. Needless to say, I envied them.

Dozens of stormy gray eyes still were on me. Some angry, some confused, some upset I had ruined their dinner. However, among those semi-familiar grey eyes, I didn't see Annabeth's. I almost sighed in relief.

Chiron rose from his wheelchair and into centaur form. He hadn't changed much during the time I was gone, being immortal and all that. The only difference I could find was the more prominent bags under his eyes.

"Would you," he cleared his throat, "get down from tables? As kind as Athena's children try to be, they can kill you in several different ways only using a chicken wing. As for the Hermes cabin, they are relatively harmless, but they will pick your pockets."

After stepping down from Athena's table without issue, I looked over to Luke to see how he was doing. I watched as he held out his palm to one of the Hermes kids I recognized as an older Connor Stoll. Reluctantly, Connor pulled Luke's wallet from his pocket and rested it back in Luke's hand.

Before my mind could get distracted from the sudden nostalgia from being back at camp, I mind messaged the army to get into formation. The formation had the shape of a pyramid and composed of me in front, Luke and Bianca in the middle row, and Silena, Zoë, and Beckendorf in the back.

We looked badass, by the way.

"I'm assuming the six of you are the warriors the gods requested Chaos to send to assist us in the war?" Chiron asked tiredly in a calm manner, like the idea of war was a cancer that just kept coming back. A terrible tragedy, but no longer surprising. By the end of his sentence, every single one of the campers' heads snapped in our direction.

They were not nearly as calm.

"War?" Someone called out in panic. The campers began to freak out. Many of the cabin counselors tried to get the younger campers to calm down, but their own panic caused the effort to be in vain.

The only camper who remained completely calm was a kid at a table alone, still chowing down on the food in front of him. His back faced my direction so I couldn't see his face, only a mop of messy black hair. But judging from the back, he looked to be a young teen. Maybe thirteen or fourteen years old. He wore the signature orange camp t-shirt and a pair of black running shorts.