It was a peaceful, uneventful night at Camp Half-Blood; the usual dinner with the talking and laughter, the usual campfire with the joking and signing, and the usual nightly cabin things with turning off the lights and trying to sleep.

A normal night at Camp, so to say.

But morning was all but usual or normal.

As dawn stretched across the sky, following Apollo as he made his journey, it revealed a noiseless haven.

During the night, all campers but four demigods, Chiron, and Mr. D fell ill. All symptoms pointed to the sleeping sickness, but when Chiron treated some half-bloods, it did not improve. Not even nectar or ambrosia could help ease the ailing residents.

When the gods were questioned about this, none knew. Not even the wise Athena or the healer Apollo.

Chiron's fears had been answered.

Campers were ill, and there seemed to be no treatment, not even the Golden Fleece.

The wise centaur ordered three of the four demigods to go out on a quest in search for a cure: Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson, and Thalia Grace. Pleased with the healthy demigods, Chiron turned sides to start aiding the ailed half-bloods with Mr. D to give them some comfort.

But the next day brought more tragic news. Annabeth had caught the contagion and was now ill, leaving Chiron with no other choice but to force the fourth demigod to go on the quest with Thalia and Percy, regret doing so lodging in his gut. But there was no other choice. She had to go or Camp Half-Blood would fall.