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"It's time for you to meet an old friend of mine, don't you think? My sweet little Ariadne."

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➶︎ PERSEUS JACKSON GETS A TOUROF CAMP HALF BLOOD !

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➶︎ PERSEUS JACKSON GETS A TOUR
OF CAMP HALF BLOOD !

Perspective: Percy Jackson








"WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN IT RAINS?" I asked.

Chiron looked at me as if I'd gone a little weird. "We still have to eat, don't we?" I decided to drop the subject.

Finally, he showed me the cabins. There were thirteen of them, nestled in the woods by the lake. They were arranged in a U, with two at the base and five in a row on the first side and six on the other. And they were without doubt the most bizarre collection of buildings I'd ever seen.

Except for the fact that each had a large brass number above the door, they looked absolutely nothing alike. Number nine had smokestacks, like a tiny factory. Number four had tomato vines on the walls and a roof made out of real grass. Seven seemed to be made of solid gold, which gleamed so much in the sunlight it was almost impossible to look at. They all faced a commons area about the size of a soccer field, dot-ted with Greek statues, fountains, flower beds, and a couple of basketball hoops (which were more my speed).

In the center of the field was a huge stone-lined firepit. Even though it was a warm afternoon, the hearth smoldered. Two girls about nine years old and fourteen was tending the flames, one poking the coals with a stick while the other was trying to do some weird gesture towards the fire.

The pair of cabins at the head of the field, numbers one and two, looked like his-and-hers mausoleums, big white marble boxes with heavy columns in front. Cabin one was the biggest and bulkiest of the twelve. Its polished bronze doors shimmered like a hologram, so that from different angles lightning bolts seemed to streak across them. Cabin two was more graceful somehow, with slimmer columns garlanded with pomegranates and flowers. The walls were carved with images of peacocks.

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