After a couple of hours (the horse was EXTREMELY fast), James arrived at Camp Half–Blood. He hopped off the horse and jogged up the hill.
"Hello Peleus," James said, patting Peleus on the head. It was night time so everyone was sleeping. James went to the Big House and opened the door. He saw Mr. D and Chiron, the centaur, still playing pinochle.
"Hello Chiron and Mr. D. Why are you still playing pinochle?" I asked.
"Well, are game is still going from the morning, it didn't end yet," Chiron yawned.
"AND I WILL WIN THIS TIME!" Mr. D yelled.
"James, what are you doing here at night?" Chiron asked.
"Well, in Middle–Earth, the elves, the mortals, and the dwarves are having a war with the orcs and Legolas needs our help," James answered.
"Well, we will go to war then," Chiron said. "We will get everyone ready tomorrow. Mr. D, I'm getting tired. Let's just end the game and call it a tie."
"No," Mr. D replied. "We end when I win."
"Fine, I forfeit," Chiron muttered.
"YES, I WIN! VICTORY IS MINE!" Mr. D bellowed. Mr. D is acting strange today. Maybe he had too much wine. James thought.
"James, go to your cabin and get some sleep now," Chiron said. James nodded and went to his cabin. He opened the door quietly and tip-toed to his bed. He hopped on the bed and after a couple seconds, he went to sleep.
