An Unexpected Encounter
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Chapter 1: News From A Stranger
Percy
When the meeting was called by a stranger, I knew something was wrong.
Chiron had been missing for three days now. And then this guy turned up.
When we entered the rec room, he was there: a tall, pale man in black robes. He'd called the head counselors first, then arranged an informal meeting for all in the dining room. So it was Thalia,me,Nico,Miranda Gardner,Clarisse,Annabeth,Will Solace,Leo,Piper,Travis,Pollux,Lou Ellen,Butch,Clovis and Rachel Dare.
The man spoke, his high, surprisingly cold voice echoing around the room. "Now that everyone is here, let me ,I require some assistance from your camp."
Murmurs of dissent.
"Why?" snorted Clarisse.
"This camp has a reputation for being large and powerful, which is what I need. I also require a well-trained, faithful army."
"Who are we fighting against? "Daughter of the war god. I smirk. "And why should we get mixed up in other people's wars?"
Okay, that was the second most un-Ares-like thing I'd heard a child of his say.
"British wizards, "he said. "And as to why….this specific wizarding community has dangerous ideas and the power to carry them out-such as letting werewolves run free, murderers released from prison and innocent people killed. They are moving swiftly, and will soon control America as well."
"Vote, "said Clarisse.
"I need more information," said Annabeth.
By the time I reached the dining pavilion, I was confused and a little curious. The man had given a long speech about how brutal and unmerciful wizards were, but he said he was one too. What made him different? He said he and his allies were trying to stop wizarding injustice, but how did we know he wasn't lying?
Annabeth slid down on the bench, next to me."This isn't right."
"Why'd you think so?"
She repeated the same suspicions that had just been running through my mind.
By the end of that guy's public speech, everyone was ready to help him.
Except me and Annabeth.
"I still don't trust him, "she said. "But we're fighting in a week."
"There is one other option…"I trailed off.
She sighed. "So be it. To the Twenty-First Nome."