A few hours after sunrise the next day, we arrived to find the camp in battle prep. From what I gathered from a frenzied camper, apparently Rachel had a vision the day before, showing the Seven fleeing an angry mob of Camp Jupiter legionnaires, and the Romans preparing for war on Camp Half-Blood. Having no idea when the attack would occur, they of course got straight to work.

Our arrival was met with anything but celebration, unlike the usual return-from-quest day most questers received. In fact, it reminded me of the past summer, when mini-quests were constantly being sent in preparation for the Titan War.

After settling back into my cabin, I wandered over to the Big House. I didn't really have a specific reason for going there, but I went anyway. I was about to go in to see if Chiron had any updates on the Seven when I heard him talking. And, what's more, I recognized the voice that answered. Can't be.

I jumped the stairs and ran in. The senior scribe was inside, talking to Chiron about what had happened recently.

"Rick Riordan?!" Their conversation stopped and they both stared at me.

Chiron then turned to Rick, "Well, so much for you being here staying a secret," he said with a smile. Turning to me, he said, "Grace, it appears you already know—or at least know of—Mr. Riordan. Rick, this is Grace, daughter of Athena." He smiled and nodded hello. "Grace," Chiron continued, "I hope your quest was a success?"

"It was," I replied, still looking at Rick. I couldn't believe he was here. "We travelled to Utah. There, we were able to help the Seven retrieve repair materials, as they had crash landed into Great Salt Lake. Once they were away safely, Malcolm, Lou Ellen, and I found a cave at the nearest hill's summit. Deep in that cave, we battled Gaea's army and freed the Fates."

Chiron studied me. He knew I was omitting something. "How did you free them?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, Chiron."

"Try me."

I hesitated, then decided to show them, as I was pretty sure I could. "Do you have something I can destroy? I don't think I can pull something like this off twice with no practice."

He tossed me a raggedy pillow. "Here. I need to throw it away anyway."

I took a few steps back, glanced out each window to make sure we were alone—we were—then turned to Chiron and Rick. "Chiron, has Rick ever told you about Carter and Sadie?" I tossed the pillow into the air, formed my fingers into a horizontal gun, and called, "Ha-di!"

Several things happened simultaneously. Chiron's face went from calm, to curious, to shocked, Rick's face went from calm, to nervous, to shocked, to scared, and the room went from cluttered, but relatively clean, to covered in a layer of feathers as the Egyptian symbol for destroy glowed in the air.

"How—Where—What?" That's the first time I've ever heard or heard of Rick struck speechless. Chiron's mouth simply hung open. What can I say? Apparently, I'm good at stunning people.

Chiron regained his ability to speak a few seconds later. "How did you do that?!" I looked at Rick, who hadn't quiet gotten over his shock.

Eventually, he managed to shake his head. "I—I cannot say. I swore never to reveal one to the other."

I snorted. "Well, I didn't." I turned to Chiron. "That was the Egyptian spell for destroy. Carter and Sadie Kane sent a recording to Mr. Riordan here about their adventures in defeating Apophis, the Egyptian embodiment of Chaos. Sadie's home is Brooklyn, on the other side of the river. They recently prevented their own apocalypse. You do remember that double sunrise a few months ago, right? Yeah, that was the turning point of their battle. I wouldn't be surprised if they come in as back up in this war. Anyway, we used Egyptian magic to release the Fates from their prison. And no, my companions don't know about the Kanes."

Chiron took a moment to digest that. "How, long have you known?" he asked Rick.

"About 4 years," was the reply. Chiron turned to me.

"Two," I said. "I didn't find the books right away." Chiron nodded, thinking.

"I know that look on your face," Rick spoke up. "It would not be a good decision to contact them. You already have one battle coming due to a misunderstanding. Do you want to risk another?"

"He's right. It would not be logical to contact them right now. We have enough problems with Camp Jupiter. We don't need 365 Nomes involved too. I also don't think the entire camp needs to know. Why have them worry about more?"

Chiron sighs deeply. "Very well." He seems to think of something. "Grace, you can't pass by the Big House on the way to an activity or cabin. Why did you come up here?"

"I wanted to know if you'd had any updates from the Argo. But I got sidetracked when I saw we had company."

"I'm sorry, Grace, but they have not checked in in several days. The last we have on them is Rachel's vision of them running from a mob of Romans, and Camp Jupiter preparing for war."

I nod. "Well, I can tell you they got safely away from the Romans. Last I saw of them, they were taking off from Great Salt Lake, Utah, headed east." I checked my watch, and Chiron noticed.

"I believe you have work to do, Grace."

"Yes, I should probably go help my cabin. Mr. Riordan, you probably shouldn't stay long. If any of my siblings find out you're hear, you'll be caught in a mob worse than you'll ever see in the mortal world."

He laughed. "I should probably get going anyway. Chiron, it was good to see you again. I'll be in touch." Rick followed me out.

Once outside, I started to ask him a question. "Mr. Riordan—"

"Please," he interjected. "You don't have to call me that. I've never been one for formalities."

"Uncle Rick?"

He chuckled. "I see you get on the internet." I grinned. "Yes, that's fine. Now what were you going to ask?"

"How did you find out about Camp?"