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Camp Half Blood Campers' Correspondence a Year Later-
[Hunter Scott to Apollo]
Dear father,
I do not know how to contact mother so, if you will, when you see her again please relay some of this letter to her so that she will know that I am well. I know she is well. Camp is a very different experience when compared to my time in Delos and again compared my times wandering. There are rules to follow here, although, at times, they are very loosely kept in order. There are schedules to follow now that our teachers have arrived. And, in spite of there being rules and regulations, complete with thorough punishments, there is a great deal more chaos here. I would say that it is because the establishment was not run by a god, but it is. However, it is a god of drunken festivities so perhaps that is why it is not as peaceful as Delos, either.
My new siblings have informed me that it is mostly because of the sudden overwhelming increase of membership here at the camp, even though it had drastically been cut the year before. There was a war, father. You know this. You were in it. I did not know this. I was lost looking for brother Archer and sisters Swan and Lyre.
Did you know father, there are more new structures here than just the cabins, I am told. There is a great Obelisk unveiled last evening. It is a dark stone, like other memorials I've seen. On it, they told us, are the names of everyone who fell in the war you fought in, from both sides. I found brother and sisters' names on that monument, so at least now I know where they are. I am sad to say that you were right not to tell us. Please do not tell mother. She should not know. If you'll continue to allow me, I would like to remain here, outside, where I can struggle on and live in their memory, as this great headstone wishes us to. Until we meet again, please know that I am thankful and am forever, devotedly
Your son,
Hunter Scott
Apollo Cabin - Cabin 7