Disclaimer: I do not own PJO.
There is a road that leads to Camp Half-Blood.
It is built out of pebbles and stones, and built on memories that seem to either last forever or disappear.
It is lined with a dismal green grass that echos long forgotten sounds, sounds we wish to never hear again.
The screams of the innocent.
The laughs of the long forgotten.
These are sounds that we only vaguely remember, except when we fall asleep.
Then it is all that we can hear.
We don't go near the road at night, because some say that is when the ghosts come out.
The ghosts of our childhood that was cut too short.
The ghosts of our sisters.
Our brothers.
Our closest friends.
Some say the road is built on pebbles and memories and stones.
Others say it is built on blood, but that is something only whispered about at night, when everyone is asleep and the counselors can not hear.
Or perhaps they are pretending not to listen.
There is a road that leads to Camp Half Blood.
And if we walk on it tonight, please hold my hand.
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