Children of the Camp
This book takes place after the events of book 2 in both the Percy Jackson and the Children of the Lamp novel.
Children of the Lamp
John and Philippa were having a hard time returning to their normal life. After the events of the kid turning into a voodoo doll after eating the chocolate covered ants, and reading that note that said Iblis was after them, it was hard to grasp onto school at the moment. But to their surprise they would need the information they were learning right now only hours later—well at least to John's surprise. Philippa was paying attention to the lesson as always but was more entranced than usual. You see today their class had a substitute. Their usual teacher was at a Kagan training, so they got a brand new sub, Mr. Brunner. Usually history class was boring, but Mr. Brunner brought a little magic in the air—a little jenesaisquoi, if you will. Mr. Brunner had a thick brown beard and needed a wheelchair. All the students enjoyed him. Even John was interested; well, that is until he fell asleep.
"Today," he said, "is your lucky day because I'm best at Greek and Latin and it so happens that's what you're learning today."
After class was over, all the students walked out, disappointed for their fear of the class being over had just became a reality. When it was time to go, Philippa started to shake John violently to get up and stop sleep talking all their secrets about themselves.
"So you've been to Cairo, you've stopped Philippa from being the next Blue Djinn of Babylon, you've saved your uncle from being killed by a ghost, you've encountered two giant demons who were going to burn you alive and eat you, and lastly you've seen a kid who's turned into a voodoo doll. What are you? You're certainly not a half blood," said Mr. Brunner skeptically. John had finally woken up, and they both looked like they had seen a ghost.
"How did you know?" they both replied.
"So again, what are you?" asked a very curious version of Mr. Brunner.
"We are djinns," John replied. Philippa elbowed John violently.
"Two things: one, I'm excellent at finding extraordinary people just like you, and two, talking like that it's just plain obvious that you're some type of magical being. So you're a djinn... I'm guessing you're from the Marid tribe. Anyway, we have a great problem on our hand, and I need your help."
"What's the problem?" Philippa asked.
"No time to explain."
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