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She showed me a few more places, like the forges and the arts-and-crafts room.

"So," I said to Annabeth, "who's you godly parent?"

"Athena. Goddess of wisdom and battle strategy."

I nodded.

"Do you know something about the summer solstice deadline?" She asked suddenly.

"Sure, what about it?" I asked.

Annabeth looked surprised. "You actually do know!"

"I know some stuff."

"Well I don't actually know anything about it," Annabeth admitted.

"Well, something was stolen," I said. "It was--- actually, I don't know how much I'm allowed to tell you, but I know I'm going to go on a quest soon."

"How do you know?" Annabeth asked me.

I waved the question off as the conch horn blew. "You'll figure it out. If you'll excuse me, I think that I should head to dinner now."

I jogged off.

I sat down at the empty table that I could tell was the Poseidon table.

Chiron pounded his hoof against the marble floor of the pavilion, and everyone fell silent. He raised a glass. "To the gods!"

The rest of us raised our glasses. "To the gods!"

Wood nymphs came forward with platters of food: grapes, strawberries, cheese, fresh bread, and barbecue. My glass was empty, but I guessed what I had to do. I mean, this place is magic.

So I said, "Blue Cherry Coke."

It immediately filled with blue soda.

I took a sip.

I saw everybody carrying their plates to the fire.

The thing about being a hunter of Artemis is that since you lived with a goddess, you don't sacrifice food.

But of course the campers would sacrifice some food.

I stood up and lined up to sacrifice the food.

As I got closer, I saw everyone was taking a portion of their meal and dropping it into the fire, the priest strawberry, the juiciest slice of bear, the warmest, most buttery roll.

I dropped an apple in. "Artemis," I whispered so that no one would hear. (I didn't want her releasing a death pig for me.)

When everybody had returned to their seats and finished eating their food, Chiron pounded his hoof again for our attention.

The man whom I could guess was Dionysus got up with a huge sigh. "Yes, I suppose I'd better say hello to all you brats. Well, hello. Our activities director, Chiron, says that capture the flag is Friday. Cabin five is presently holds the laurels."

A bunch of ugly cheering came from the Ares table.

"Personally," Dionysus continued, "I couldn't care less, but congratulations. Also, I should tell you that we have a new camper. Peter Johnson."

Chiron murmured something.

"Er, Percy Jackson," Dionysus corrected. "That's right. Harrah, and all that. Now run along to your silly campfire. Go on.

Everybody cheered. We all headed down towards the amphitheater, where the Apollo's cabin led a       sing-along. We sang camp songs about the gods and ate s'mores.

I didn't really sing or talk much. I asked Grover how he was feeling, but besides for that, well, I'm not really used to making a lot of noise. In fact, I'm used to the opposite. I'm usually very quiet because I'm hunting or something.

Later that evening, when the sparks from the campfire were curling into a starry sky, the conch horn blew again, and we all filed back to our cabins.

Normally, I would still be hunting right now. So I wasn't really tired. So instead I stood in the doorway and gazed up at the stars, finding every constellation I could remember.

Then later, when I was at the time where I usually go to sleep, I climbed into my bed and fell asleep instantly.