The Letter

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“Take a seat in front of my desk,” Chiron instructed as we entered his office.  My eyes drifted across the room, admiring the ancient artifacts that were on display.  I avoided looking at the art that contained a lack of clothes.

The door clicked behind me, meaning that it was now locked.  What the Hades could possibly be so important? I uneasily asked myself, unsure if I would want to know the answer.

Chiron trotted to his side of the desk and sat down.  “Now, don’t be nervous.  You are not in trouble,” he assured me, but of course there was more.  “At least, you aren’t in trouble with me.”

“What did I do?” I blurted.  “I swear, I wasn’t the one to use all the hot water this morning.  It was gone before I took a shower.”

“Sky,” he stopped me.  “We all know that it was you.  But this is a serious issue that I’m talking about.”

“What is it?” I wondered as he opened a top drawer of his desk and took an envelope out.

“Could I see your ring?” he requested.

“What ring?”

“The one on your right hand,” he answered, seeming to not be bothered that I was avoiding answering his question.

I held my hand up and he examined the ring that was on it.  “Can you take it off?” he wondered.

“No, I tried.  Why else would I spend so long in the shower?”

“I thought that you were using it for a water fight against Percy,” he admitted.  “Now, I was told around fifteen years ago to give this letter to a child that had a silver ring on with the symbol of Hades on it.  I know that there are plenty of children that have been called in about it, even Nico himself, but they all could take the ring off.  You are the one that I have been looking for.”

“Fifteen years ago?  I wasn’t even born back then! Nothing bad could happen to me, right?” I asked.

“You are a demigod, you should know better than to ask that,” Chiron responded.  He handed the letter over to me.  On the front, the envelope had Only Open if Instructed and Alone printed.

I tore my eyes from the envelope and looked up at the centaur. “Couldn’t there be a bomb in here?”

“Could, but it would be a weak one,” he honestly answered.

I nodded my head and excused myself, gripping the envelope tightly in my sweating left hand as I scurried to the Poseidon cabin.

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