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cHAPTER 8

Super important!

Leo and Calypso are in this book! I don't know when this book takes place, but Leo and Calypso exists! (It's probably after The Blood Of Olympus, but Leo/Calypso-filled.)

Thanks!

cHAPTER 8

Mariah

"Well, there goes that." B's shoulders sagged in defeat. I grabbed her hand and dragged her to my cabin. "Will I have my own cabin?"

"It takes some time to build one." I shrugged off her question. I looked ahead, not looking at B until she tugged at my shirt.

"Are you alright?" I swung the door to our cabin open. The usual campers were lounging around.

"B, do you want to go on that quest?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you, or do you not want to go on this quest?"

"Well, yes. I do."

"Then it's settled, we're going. Pack your things, we leave tonight."

"Hey." Damion walked in. "Thought I'd catch up with you guys." He saw Mariah holding a bundle of maps and saw a backpack. Realization dawned upon him. "You're going on the quest, aren't you." B nodded.

"Well, she is. We're just going to walk out of here in bright neon pants with signs that literally say 'eat me'." B crossed her arms. "How are you going to even get out of here?"

"She said that she isn't going on the quest. And B, we're getting out of here with a secret passage. I know a guy who made it for me." I tossed a shirt on her bed.

"Oh, spooky." B did jazz hands.

"Well, I'm in. I'm totally coming with you." Damion said.

"Great. Meet me during dinner. Pack a bag. We'll also need ambrosia and nectar. Oh, and something for B."

"Wait, you can be serious. You're actually doing this?" B paced the room.

"Yes, we're actually doing this." I indirectly translated for Damion. "And for your information, we aren't going to be wearing neon crap and signs."

"We may as well! We're just a bunch of 12-year-olds, hoping to save the day with the power of friendship."

"The power of friendship? Really? We aren't just a bunch of 12-year-olds. I'm the daughter of Athena, the smartest goddess with the brains. The son of Hecate, the goddess of magic. And you're the daughter of dust. You have to come. Didn't you hear the prophecy? When dust defeats claw?"

"I guess." B looked down. "I still don't think this is a good idea. We could really get hurt."

"I don't know sign language, so I'm going to assume you said something like 'this isn't a good idea.'  I know. But this is the fate of the world! We have to go." Damion held out a fist in front of him. "You in?" I connected my fist with him.

"Duh." We looked at B. She was shifting her weight from side to side. "Please? Do it for... Bianca." B sighed in defeat.

"Fine." She joined her fist with us.

"All for one," Damion started.

"And one for all." I finished. B laughed. Little did I know that we should have cherished that moment for as long as we could.

"So what's the plan?"

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Nico