Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Percy Jackson or Heroes of Olympus. All rights and characters rightfully belong to Uncle Rick.
(Percy P.O.V.)
I slowly started coming around, blinking my eyes to adjust for the bright light coming in from a nearby window.
I was laying in a small bed in a room I did not recognize. There were miscellaneous posters hung along the walls, which I didn't care to read, along with what looked to be medical supplies stashed atop a cabinet on the other side of the room.
Turning my head to the other side I noticed my bag, surprisingly unopened, thankfully, laying next to a nightstand. On the nightstand sat a simple lamp, currently switched off.
The night table was also occupied by a bowl with a golden pudding like substance which I quickly recognised as crushed ambrosia mixed with nectar, grinded into a paste, something the hunts healers use often when tending to injuries. I also spotted an out of place horn which barely fit on the table as is, a familiar wristwatch, a twin pair of silver rings, and a single bronze ballpoint pen which held my attention just a moment longer than the rest of the items.
Those observations didn't last long, however.
My full attention was captured by the person sitting in a chair next to me, holding a spoonful of the golden pudding close to my mouth. She wore ripped jeans and a bright orange T-shirt with a black Pegasus and the words, Camp Half-Blood printed on it. She wore a belt that had a small bronze knife attached to its left side, while the right side was occupied by a rather large bronze dagger, the pommel of which was very well polished.
Looking higher, her hair was a mess. Not quite a controlled mess like mine usually is. More like, she was actively trying to make her hair appear messy. It was messy and cut unevenly, braided down across her left shoulder. Even still, there were several strands of her chocolate-brown hair sticking out everywhere, some even had beads braided into them.
I don't know how long we stared at each other, me, unable to form coherent thoughts, but it was not enough time for me to figure out what color her eyes were. They were a constant mass of color, swirling in perfect, ever changing harmony. They seemed to change from brown to blue to green, I swear I even saw them change to more obscure colors like pink, or yellow.
She had tan skin and looked to be of Native American descent. Specific culture? I couldn't tell you.
Overall, she was definitely one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen.
I was abruptly brought back to reality by the mysterious girl sitting next to me.
"– ello? Are, you okay buddy?" she asked, slightly amused.
Shaking myself out of my stupor, I looked right at her and said,
"erm. . . Hi?"
She chuckled, accompanied by a slight eye roll, and gave me a soft, warm smile.
"I asked if you were okay. I watched you guys stumble your way here. According to Grover, you guys had quite the ordeal. More so for you apparently?" she stated, a questioning tone present at the end.
"Oh, well. . . Yeah. I mean, I'm okay, thanks for asking. And yeah, we had a long day yester–" I paused abruptly, finally realizing that I didn't know the date.
At my pause, the girl took that opportunity to answer my unasked question.
"You guys showed up a little while after the campfire yesterday. You've been out for quite a few hours. It's almost noon, actually," she told me.
"Thanks. And yeah, I've had a pretty long week," I answered as I started to sit up in the bed.
"Huh. Well, you don't look that bad, so it couldn't have been too bad out there," she said, before her face flushed ever so slightly and she turned her eyes away for some reason. But as soon as it started, it was gone like it never happened.
I just shrugged as I reached over to put on my watch.
"I guess. I mean, I probably had it much easier than others, but it was still scary, nonetheless. I'm Percy by the way. Percy Jackson, son of, someone," I said keeping up the ruse that I don't know who my godly parent is, pausing halfway through grabbing my rings to extend my hand to her.
She gave me brief smile before looking down at my offered hand, eyeing it momentarily, hesitating a bit before, cautiously, accepting it, clasping them in a firm shake.
"Piper," she said tentatively, as if waiting to gauge my reaction, "Daughter of Aphrodite."
"Nice to meet you Piper," I reply kindly with a smile, careful to make sure that it's not a wolf smile.
As I reach over for my rings, I briefly saw her expression change to one of surprise for some reason, but she shook it off a couple seconds later, just as I finish putting on my other ring.
"Think you're good to go?" she asks, handing me my backpack.
I reach for the Minotaur's horn and quickly strap it to my backpack, not missing the strange look that Piper was giving it. It was some kind of mix between anger, jealousy, and longing. It was really confusing me.
"I think so," I said after securing the horn to my bag and slowly standing up.
Piper was quickly at my side to help steady me in case I fell or swayed. While the gesture was appreciated, thankfully it wasn't needed.
After reaching back over to collect Riptide and putting it safely in my pocket, I gave her a nod and smile of gratitude before motioning to the door.
"Lead on," I said, hoping that she knew where we were supposed to go.
Thankfully, it seemed she did.
The second we walked through the door, a group of Pegasi came screaming right past us, flying level with the Porch.
I excitedly ran to the banister to get a better look at them, and what I saw took my breath away.
The house I'm in is situated at the edge of a steep cliff, overwatching a hidden valley below. The valley itself is breathtaking. Surrounded by a large, dense forest that must go on for miles on end, with rolling hills, a large lake, which narrows into a long creek, connecting to the Long Island Sound. A couple noticeable landmarks are a few small clearings in the otherwise massive forest, one with a weird assortment of boulders, and an actual volcano with ants crawling up its. . . 'Oh those are people,' I quickly realized.
The largest clearing in the valley was occupied by what must have been Camp Half-Blood. Right below me was a collection of small buildings, arranged in a capitol letter 'U', the two largest buildings at the head of the formation, and five others branching off of either side to complete the shape.
'Shape? Letter? Symbol? Explosion!? Oh, no. That's just one of the buildings. One of the buildings just blew up.' I mused.
The fire, coming from one of the buildings on the right side, was quickly extinguished and no one seemed to pay it any mind.
There was a large hearth in the centre of the buildings, its fire large and lively in the midday sun. At the forest treeline on the right-hand side, was a large amphitheater, and opposite it on the left side was what looked like a Roman Colosseum, though even from this great distance, I could visibly make out the distinctly Greek columns and colors. There were several other smaller buildings scattered around the outside of the main cluster that I couldn't quite make out from up here, but my attention was once again grabbed by Piper who took that moment to lean against the banister in the space next to me.
"I know. I probably had the same look on my face that you do now when I first saw it," she said with a pleasant smile on her face.
"It's –" I tried to say but trailed off when I couldn't think of anything good enough to say.
"Well said," she praised mirthfully, causing my cheeks to flush in embarrassment.
She laughed at my expense, a beautiful laugh that seemed to drown out all the noise from the valley below.
"Don't worry. I like to think that everyone has that reaction when they first see it," she told me, before patting my arm and walking across the wooden deck.
Breaking myself out of my stupor, I follow her around the porch, which just wraps around the entire blue painted house, until we come across more people.
"That's Mr. D, sitting next to Grover," she says a little anxiously, like she's afraid of something, "and this is Chiron," Piper tells me, much more cheerily.
I instantly recognized the satyr, Grover, who seemed to continuously shrink in on himself from his position seated next to Mr. D, a rather round man in his early thirties. He was small, had black hair so dark that I thought it was actually purple. His eyes were blue, but they were bloodshot. He wore a very loudly pronounced leopard print button up shirt and was playing some kind of card game with another man in a wheelchair.
Said man, who must have been Chiron, must have heard us coming because he turned his head to face us as we came up from behind him. He looked middle aged with light brown hair and a scruffy beard. He had brown eyes which I could only describe as intense that held a certain wisdom and gentleness that you'd only see in the most caring individuals. His eyes looked tired, yet still so full of life, a weird combination that I really can't understand.
"He rises," he states simply and it's enough to spur Grover into action.
"Percy!" Grover exclaims before getting up and rushing me into a hug. I reciprocated awkwardly, not entirely sure what to do or why Grover is so touchy all of a sudden.
"Hey, Grover. Um, I – I'm alright man. Don't worry," I told him, still standing there awkwardly being held by the young satyr.
Grover seemed to realise my discomfort because he quickly pulled away, muttering an apology and quietly returning to his seat, head down in embarrassment.
I looked over and saw Piper giving Grover a pitying frown, not that he could see it though. She seemed to be trying to empathise with him though, making me wonder what was going on.
The man that Grover was sat next to grunted, "Glad you could join us," he drawled disinterestedly. "Sit, play and listen, brat. You've got a lot to learn," he said, glancing up at me, not stopping from shuffling the cards in his hands.
I bristled slightly when he called me brat, but between Grover looking at me in panic and Piper placing a comforting, and warning hand on my shoulder, I decided not to retort.
Instead, I wordlessly sat down in the space between Chiron and Mr. D, while Piper went and sat between Grover and Chiron, shifting her chair to be closer to the latter and giving nervous glances up at Mr. D, seated to my right.
Said man abruptly stopped shuffling and looked up at me. He started to study me, so I met his gaze, something I'd rather I hadn't done because his eyes seemed to swirl with madness. The kind that could only come from experiencing great pain and suffering, the likes that no one should be able to recover from.
After a moment, he nodded his head slowly, humming in apparent content at whatever it is he found.
"A strong one. Great. Are you in boy?" he said before returning his attention to his card shuffling.
"Huh?" I asked, confused.
"We're playing Pinochle. Are you in or not?" the man questioned, returning his focus back to me, not stopping his shuffling.
"Oh, uh. . . No. I'm not. My sisters and I don't like Pinochle," I replied honestly.
A sharp gasp drew my attention across the table, where a gaping Grover had suddenly gone very pale. A glance around showed that Piper was giving me a scared look, and the man next to her had his eyes fixed on the other man next to me, leveling him a strict glare, which Mr. D promptly ignored. His attention was instead focused on me, fixing me with a look that was equal parts anger, irritation, anger, and disbelief.
"Why, I. . ." he started with an indignant tone, "Pinochle, little brat, is among the greatest games you mortals have ever invented! Right up there along with gladiator fighting and Pac-Man. So, with this vital knowledge now known, what, pray tell, do you and your sisters enjoy more than Pinochle?" he asked me heatedly, spitting the word sisters with a fair amount of distaste.
'I think it's possible that he might be angry,' I thought.
"Roulette," I said while shrugging.
His gaze cooled somewhat. "Gambling is more Hermes' forte, but I suppose that roulette, while impractical, is acceptable. What's your highest winnings?" he asked, starting to deal out cards to Grover, himself and Chiron, leaving the spaces on the table in front of me and Piper empty.
"Winnings? Uh, we usually do, 'whoever gets stabbed keeps the knife,' or 'whoever gets shot keeps the arrow.' But in that case, I've actually won quite a lot," I told him, smiling proudly at the end, earning confused, and concerned, looks from the others at the table.
The man just gave me a dry look, before turning his focus to his cards.
We all sat in awkward silence for a while after that. Piper and I shifting uncomfortably, Grover shaking as he laid down his cards. Meanwhile, the other men, Chiron and Mr. D, were too enraptured by their game that they didn't seem to notice any of this.
"Alright, fine. I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now don't expect any special treatment," Mr. D suddenly said, breaking the awkward silence that hung in the air.
A soft sigh escaped Chiron's lips.
"Piper," he called, getting the girl to perk up excitedly and look at him with a soft smile.
"This young lady, whom I'm sure you've already met, took care of you last night and this morning," he said, causing said girl to blush and look away in embarrassment.
"Now forgive my manners; you know Grover, this," he said gesturing to the man seated to me right, "is Mr. D, our camp director whom you might recognize by another name. I am Chiron. Might I have the pleasure of knowing yours?" Chiron asked pleasantly, despite probably already knowing exactly who I was.
Chiron has this air to him. This aura that calms you and grabs your undivided attention, unlike mom's, which demands obedience and respect.
I found myself giving Chiron a slight smile.
"I'm Percy. Percy Nightshade Jackson, Sir," I told him.
Honestly, I had been considering adding Nightshade as my middle name for quite some time now, and over the course of my trip here, I decided that I wanted it.
"Short for Perseus, I presume?" he asked, with a look that said he already knew.
"Mom said it was for good luck," I confirmed.
Chiron hummed in satisfaction.
"And would you, by any chance, happen to be the Chiron? The legendary centaur, the trainer of heroes?" I asked him.
"Indeed, I am, young one. Normally, this is the part where we play 20 questions but, as I've been informed by Mr. Underwood," he said, motioning towards Grover, "that will not be necessary. So, I shall instead hand you over to Piper who will give you a tour of the camp. It was a pleasure meeting you, Percy," he said sincerely, before Piper and I got up and started walking down the steps, towards a volleyball court, then turning and making our way down into the valley.
As we were walking down the hill towards the valley, we heard Mr. D call out, "Cabin 11, Peter Johnson."
I didn't understand what he meant, and frankly I didn't care after I heard what he called me. I wanted to turn around and march back up there to show that man what I thought of him, and it must have shown on my face and in my expression because Piper was quick to herd me onwards, away from the asshole atop the cliff. I wanted to protest but she quickly explained, "He does that to everybody. Don't worry, you're not the first. He calls Grover 'Mr. Undershirt,' and he usually calls me 'Petra McQueen.' He just hates it here, so he takes his anger and frustrations out on us. All you can do is ignore it and move on."
"Cabin 11 is where all the new demigods stay until they're claimed by one of the 12 Olympians. So, unless you know who your godly parent is, that's where you'll be staying in the meantime," she explained simply.
"Thanks," I said grudgingly, still miffed about what Mr. D had called me. "I just don't like how he thinks he can walk all over me like that. I mean, who does he think he is?" I asked frustrated, wondering if it was to late, or at all possible, to sic Lady Artemis on him.
She turned around abruptly, a frantic look on her face, "Look, no matter how mean he can be at times, there's nothing we can do about it. It's like I said, ignore him and move on. Besides, you wouldn't want an Olympian god as an enemy. Even if he does have a thing for wine," she said, emphasizing the fact that he invented wine.
"Wait. You mean that that's. . ." I trailed off, pointing my finger in the direction of the big house above us. To think that Dionysus is in charge of this camp is quite shocking. Considering that Artemis leads the hunters and Lady Lupa trains all Roman demigods, this seems like a major downgrade.
"Yup. Best not to speak his name out loud. You don't want to have him breathing down your neck 24/7. You saw how Grover looked up there."
"What's up with Grover anyway. Is he okay?" I asked. She already seemed familiar with the nervous satyr, so maybe she knows what's up with him.
Her lips pursed into a frown before she explained, "Well, some beings aren't too pleased with how he brought you to camp. A satyr's job as a seeker is to safely escort lost demigods to camp, while trying to avoid as much trouble and attention as possible. Unfortunately, when you two crossed the boundary, he was unconscious, being carried by you after you slew the Minotaur. The freaking Minotaur! I don't know all the details, but that, coupled with what happened last time, it doesn't paint a good picture for him," she said with a frown at the end.
"Last time?" I asked.
Grover mentioned something about a last time before, but he never elaborated. Maybe Piper knew something about it?
She faltered in her step slightly, before turning around. Following her gaze, I saw that she was looking at the massive pine tree atop the largest hill.
"I guess it was kinda similar to yours," she said, continuing down into the valley. "There was a group of demigods, but they kept picking up monsters and other things. By the time they made it to the base of the hill, they had an entire monster horde chasing them; hellhounds, dracaena, cyclopes', and other less-than-desirables. Grover got hurt and had to be carried across the barrier just like he did with you. The only difference was that for him and the other demigods to get to safety, one of them had to stay behind, and make sure none of the monsters got through," she finished sadly.
"Her name was Thalia. She was a daughter of Zeus. Her father turned her into that tree as she was dying. Now it helps keep the monsters out. Permanently so far," she added.
"Did you know her?" I asked cautiously.
Obviously, this was a pretty sensitive topic for her. But if what she's saying is true, then I have to make sure that the next time Grover leaves the camp, for whatever reason, that I'm right there with him.
Instead of answering, Piper just started picking up the pace, obviously finished with the topic so I dropped the subject. Though I was still curious about the rest of the story. She was being intentionally vague for much of it, and I wanted to know why.
We reached the clearing with a bunch of buildings in no time. Upon closer inspection, I could tell that these buildings were cabins, built to resemble temples of their representative god or goddess. Each cabin had a number displayed above the doors, with all the odd numbers on the left, while the even numbers were on the right side.
The largest cabins. At the base of the 'U' were like a matching set, with the larger one being on the left, boasting the number 1. It was bulkier and more cumbersome. The right one, cabin 2 by contrast, was sleeker and more elegant, being only a little smaller than the other one. Both were made of polished white marble with bronze braziers hanging from the porticos.
Next to cabin 1 was its near polar opposite. A low and long building, made of a rougher material. It had the number 3 imprinted above the entrance. I felt a welcoming pull coming from this cabin, like it was built for me to be my home.
Next to it, cabin 5 was a small fortress. Concrete walls with red paint painted overtop, barbed wire spread atop the roof, and the severed head of a boar hung from above the entrance. 'Homey.'
Cabin 7 was glowing gold, the same color as the cabin itself. 'I'm suddenly a vampire. Get me out of the light!'
Cabin 9 looked like it was taken straight out of a steampunk movie. Exposed gears atop brick walls that worked the door and windows, lots of smokestacks, and scrap metal piled high outside.
Cabin 11 had peeling brown paint and a caduceus pinned above the doorway. Of all the buildings in the area, it seemed the most lively.
Cabin 12 was covered in grapevines and was the last cabin on the right hand side. The walls were so full of them that it was impossible to see what they looked like underneath, though they were probably stained purple.
On the other side, cabin 4 was covered in grass and miscellaneous plants overlapping each other in an intricate and chaotic braid of vines. The roof was completely covered in grass.
Cabin 6 was a grey building, utterly void of any clutter with an owl emblazoned on the door.
Cabin 8 was completely silver in color, and many people seemed to steer clear of it. Despite this, I felt a draw to this particular cabin, not unlike the one I felt coming from cabin 3.
Finally, cabin 10. Well. . . I don't know what to think about it. It was pink with white painted windowsills, and a baby blue colored roof. On my trip to camp, I would occasionally pass by signs or posters advertising a young girl's playhouse, and this reminded me of them. It even had mechanical dolls out front or sitting on the porch. They must have been magical because they looked way too real to be manikins.
'Wait. . .'
"Why did they paint themselves in plastic?" I asked Piper, causing her to turn around and look at me perplexedly, before following my line of sight and then whipping her head back around to face me, eyes wide mouth hung open in shock.
I thought it was a valid question considering what I thought were manikins, were actually the likely occupants of this particular cabin. I mean, seriously! Is their goal to look as fake as possible?
Admittedly though, I could see a minor attraction, but it was purely aesthetic.
Pipers shocked expression lasted a few seconds before a proud smile overcame her features.
"You know what, I really like you already," she said simply. "To answer your question, it's called makeup, and they do it for attention. It all varies," she explained.
"Well, they certainly got mine. I'll never wear makeup like that though," I said resolutely.
Piper laughed at my remark, "It's a girl thing, really. Most guys don't ever wear makeup in their lives," she said.
"I knew that" I mumbled, but Piper still heard me, as evidenced by her laughter's increasing tempo.
"I'm sure," she said, giving me a quick smirk. "Hey, haven't you ever seen someone wearing makeup before? You mentioned that you had sisters, right? Don't they wear any?" she asked curiously with her head tilted to one side.
"Nah, they rock the whole natural, outdoorsy look. I guess I never noticed makeup on anyone ever really. But I can confirm that neither my sisters, nor my foster mom slash real mom, ever wear makeup," I told her honestly.
"Huh," she said, pausing to give me an appraising look, before sighing sadly.
"Yeah, I try to never wear makeup, but people always assume, no, expect me to and I hate it," she said dejectedly. "I mean, just because my mom is the goddess of love doesn't mean I have to doll my face up and act like something else," she finished passionately.
It took me a second to connect the dots, but when I did, "wait, is that your cabin!?" I asked incredulously.
I was actually quite surprised. I mean, Piper doesn't look anything like the people standing around the cabin.
"Yeah?" she asked, leveling me with an unreadable expression.
"I wouldn't have guessed," I told her honestly.
Her expression softened, "thanks, I think," she said uncertainly.
"You're welcome, I think," I replied back using the same tone as her.
That effectively lifted the awkward atmosphere that had settled among us priorly, and we resumed the tour.
We walked into the centre of the clearing where Piper helpfully pointed out which cabin belonged to who. We were standing next to the giant hearth with a young-looking girl tending to the flames. She looked over at me and gave me a very warm smile that somehow felt familiar.
"Those two at the end there, those belong to Zeus and Hera. Zeus' is the bigger one on the left, the one on the right being Hera's. On the left, you've got Poseidon, Ares, Apollo and Hephaestus. Meanwhile on the right, leading down from Hera is Demeter, Athena, Artemis, Aphrodite, and finally Dionysus," she explained as we started walking towards the last cabin on the left, cabin 11.
"You know your history pretty well enough, so I think you should be able to figure out who's cabin this is," she said.
Its painted exterior, once probably a rich brown in color, was now peeling and cracked. The only thing the cabin really had going for it was that the caduceus, which hung above the door, seemed to be freshly polished to a mirror shine.
We stopped at the threshold, where we were met with dozens of different sets of eyes. There was no way in Hades that this cabin could have comfortably accommodated everyone in the cabin. Instead, the floor was filled to the brim with sleeping bags and pillows, so many that it was the very clear definition of a tripping hazard.
I must have been standing at the doorway for longer than I thought, because I felt a sudden force pushing me forward.
Now, having grown up with the hunt has made me extremely stable on even the smallest of footholds. But I guess that stability doesn't hold up in the face of the Hermes cabin, because I flopped straight onto my face when my foot got caught on the threshold, causing me to plummet to the ground, in a moment of rare instability, right into a young girls' lap.
Instantly, the entire cabin started howling with laughter as I quickly scrambled to my feet, my face a burning crimson red.
I quickly turned to apologize when the entire cabin was engulfed in a bright pink flash.
'Ohhh, if Zoë or anyone had seen me now,' I thought with dread.
When the light cleared, the girl I had landed on had completely changed. Where a typically unassuming 8-year-old girl once stood, was now something completely different. Gone were the Orange T-shirt and cargo shorts, but in their place was a glittering pink, strapless dress that seemed to mould itself to her body. She was standing, suddenly, and I could make out the white sandals on her feet. Her blonde hair was done up in the most intricate style I could never imagine, with jewels and gold ribbons braided in her now curled hair. She also now had on all kinds of jewelry; Armbands, bracelets, rings, earrings, a large diamond encrusted silver necklace hung from her neck. Her face was now drenched in a thick layer of makeup that made her look a bit more mature than she probably was, which still wasn't a lot.
'Mother. Fucking. Typical. This WOULD happen to me on my FIRST DAY!' I ranted to myself, no one particularly in mind, completely floored by the sheer stupidity of this situation.
There was a long period of silence which ensued, before Piper broke it by clearing her throat loudly.
"Right. That was certainly unexpected," she started before clapping her hands loudly, grabbing everyone's attention. "So, this is Percy," she said lamely, gesturing to me, "he's new and unclaimed, and we haven't yet finished the tour yet, so Percy," she said, addressing me, "when lunch is over, meet me just outside this cabin, okay?" she asked, but it came out more as a statement.
"In the meantime, someone get him a place to sleep, make sure he gets lunch and that he knows how to, and I, meanwhile, will be taking my new sister, to her new home!" she exclaimed, flashing the newly claimed daughter of Aphrodite a wide grin.
"C'mon Piper, be nice," a new voice coming from somewhere inside the cabin chided lightly.
A new guy, tall with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing an orange T-shirt with its short sleeves torn off and black cargo shorts emerged from the massive cluster of demigods. Despite the white, jagged scar that ran from just below his right eye down to his jawline, he seemed friendly and likeable enough.
I instantly singled him out to be a likely leader of this cabin due to his age. He looked about 18, with a single blue bead hung from a necklace around his neck. He walked around with an air of confidence, and everyone parted to make way for him.
"Don't embarrass the kids anymore than they're gunna be," he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, immediately followed by more snickering from the other occupants of the cabin.
He looked over to flash the newly claimed girl a smile, "congratulations, Lacy Harper. Daughter of Aphrodite. Goddess of love and beauty, and all things associated," he announced.
The girl in question, Lacy, just stood there dumbstruck, not quite fully comprehending what had happened, but she was saved from having to respond by Piper, pulling her by the arm and leading her across the clearing, not before calling back a "Good luck Percy! See you after lunch!"
Once they left, there was a moment of silence as everyone steadily turned their gazes from the doorway to me, still standing there dumbly, flushed and embarrassed about what had just happened. A couple seconds later the entire cabin exploded with laughter.
I noticed the blonde guy walking over to me, smiling, though if it was in welcoming or amusement I didn't know.
He snapped his fingers twice, indicating to a set of twins with curly brown hair, and motioned to where the girl, Lacy, likely used to sleep. There was a sleeping bag and pillow where he pointed so I may not have been too far off.
Wordlessly, the still laughing twins, who both had blue eyes just like the blonde guys, went over and picked up both the sleeping bag and the pillow, before leaving the cabin with them to do who knows what.
The blonde boy kept walking until he came right next to me.
"Hell of an entrance, huh," he asked, flashing me a grin as he held out his hand, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief.
"I could've done better," I said with a sigh. "Definitely not my best moment," I admitted as I accepted his outstretched hand.
The boy laughed before introducing himself.
"Name's Luke, Castellan. I'm the councillor for the Hermes cabin and co. I'm sure Piper or Chiron already said this, but welcome to Camp Half-Blood," he said to me.
I smiled at his greeting.
"And I know Piper already told you this, but I'm Percy. Percy Jackson," I told him, introducing myself properly.
His smile grew at my statement.
"Pipes also said you were unclaimed. Have you got any idea who your parent might be? Y'know. The missing one?" he finished with a bitter tone of voice, despite the smile on his face.
His question put me slightly on edge, not because it was a pseudo interrogation question. No, I'm more than expecting many of those. No, what concerned me was the buried hostility in the question, though it wasn't very noticeable. In fact, the only reason I saw the hostility in the question was from the way he phrased it. 'The missing one,' he had said. He could have just asked if I knew who my godly parent was, but he seemed to want to go out of his way to call them 'missing.'
"Well. . ." I started slowly, "My dad died when I was young, but I don't remember seeing him, and I was raised by my mom and sisters my whole life," I told him honestly. My dad did die when I was young, and mom had already left by that point. From then on, I had been raised by mom for a while before taking me to Artemis where I met my 'sisters,' who helped raise me from then on.
Coupled with the fact that Poseidon was going to claim me, it would maintain the illusion that my mom was my mortal parent and not the other way around.
Luke seemed satisfied with my answer and right at that moment, a conch horn was sounded.
Immediately, the entire cabin burst to life. Everyone scrambled to get outside and line up in front of the cabin.
I walked with Luke outside and he told me to get in line with everyone else while he went to the front of the group.
Soon after, we all collectively started walking towards the end of the rows of cabins and past them all, eventually coming up on the dining pavilion settled on a little raised hill which, if you looked back towards the camp, gives a pretty good view of all the cabins, the hearth and the big house way in the distance atop a much larger, steeper hill.
The mess area was a large open aired pavilion with torches lit along marble columns. There were a total of 12 tables, each sporting a purple trimmed white table cloth. It looked like each table corresponded with a specific cabin, which would help to explain why tables 1, 2, 3 and 8 were empty. It also explained why table 11, the Hermes table, was severely overcrowded. Looking around, we were the biggest group by far. At the centre of the pavilion sat a large bronze brazier the size of a bathtub, ablaze with a large fire.
We settled down at our table, me with my butt hanging halfway off the bench, and I took a moment to look around at the assembled campers all in one place.
Most people were wearing an orange T-shirt like what Piper was wearing, though all set in different styles. Table 7 all had their sleeves rolled up, exposing a good chunk of their tanned shoulders, while table 9's were all covered in grease or were littered with burn marks. Table 4's had dirt splotches here and there, while table 5's shirts had patches of dried blood, and bandages all along their arms.
Table 10 seemed to be the only table that didn't follow the dress code. most were wearing bathing suits and a couple people, like Lacy, wore dresses. Some people still did wear the orange shirts though.
I saw Piper sit next to a pretty older girl with long licorice black hair and blue eyes. I didn't know who she was, but Piper seemed to be enjoying her company very well.
I spotted Grover sitting at table 12 with Mr. D, along with a few other satyrs, and two plump blond boys that also looked like Mr. D. Chiron stood next to them, finally looking like the centaur he is, with the lower half of a white stallion. The table was way too small for him to sit at though.
I was pulled from my observations by Chiron stomping his hoof against the marble floor. All chatter stopped immediately. He raised a glass of something that he got from somewhere. "To the gods!"
Everyone raised their glasses. "To the gods!"
Unseen wood nymphs came forward with plates of food: grapes, apples, strawberries, cheese, fresh bread, sandwiches, and barbeque of all shapes and sizes. My glass was still empty. Seeing this, Luke leaned over and said, "Tell it what you want. Anything non-alcoholic of course."
Curious, I said, "Cherry Coke."
The glass filled with the fizzing caramel liquid that I had constantly enjoyed sharing with the other hunters.
I took a cautious sip. Perfect.
"Here you go, Percy," Luke said, handing me a platter of smoked brisket.
I waited before eating until I saw everybody getting up and making their way towards the brazier.
I was about to get up and join them all in sacrificing to the gods, when Luke patted my shoulder saying, "Come on."
He led me through the throngs of people while explaining, "Burnt offerings to the gods. They like the smell." This I already knew, but I still had a part to play regardless.
When we finally got up to the brazier, I noticed that Piper and the other girl were just finishing scraping their portions and saying, "Aphrodite," before turning and walking back to their table. On the way back, they flashed us a smile that made my legs become a little shaky, though I couldn't tell if it was directed towards me or Luke.
Luke scraped off a bundle of fat red grapes, and said "Hermes," before bowing and walking back to the table.
I was next and thought I felt a couple of gazes boring into my back, all probably waiting to see what I'd do.
'Makes sense,' I thought. I'm the new kid on the block, who's supposed to be ignorant of all things relating to our world of gods, monsters and dysfunctional families.
Taking several slices of my juiciest brisket, I brushed it into the fire, muttering a silent prayer.
'Lupa, Artemis, and Poseidon.'
As I turned around, I caught several people quickly averting their gaze. Most notably, the entirety of table 6, several from table 5, and one specific choppy brown-haired girl sitting at table 10.
I made my way back over to the table and enjoyed my first decent meal in over a week. While eating, I received lots of stares which I did my best to ignore, but I couldn't help listening in on the whispering of people around me. They were muttering about who I was, who my parent might be, about the Minotaur horn strapped to my bag, which I still had slung over my back because I didn't trust leaving it in an overcrowded cabin belonging to the god of thieves.
There were tons of outlandish rumors and theories about me being shared around. Some were over embellishing me while others just thought I was some cocky arrogant prick who couldn't even tie his shoelaces. Many included some very colorful language.
I did my best to ignore these too, but I did get asked a few questions by my tablemates. They were mostly questions about my childhood, or if I had any specific special abilities or party tricks that might help distinguish who my godly parent might be.
I played dumb for most of them. It seemed to work for the most part.
Though after some of my explanations and excuses, people did continue to give me suspicious looks, as if they didn't believe that what I had said was true. Like Luke and Chiron, even Piper! How they were able to hear what I was saying from wherever they were, spread out around the pavilion, I had no idea.
Eventually, lunch came to a close and the individual cabins left to resume their daily activities. So, while the rest of cabin 11 started heading off to the Colosseum looking building, I went back to cabin 11 where I was supposed to meet up with Piper to continue the tour.
Sure enough, I saw her sitting on the steps of the cabin, looking intensely into the blade of her larger dagger, glaring at it as if it were the cause of all of her problems. I made a bit of noise as I approached, enough so that she would be able to hear me walking over.
She didn't seem to notice me coming though. She kept staring at the dagger blade.
Out of curiosity, I looked over her shoulder to see what she was looking at. I was confused when I saw that the polished blade didn't reflect her face like a mirror, but instead seemed to be showing her images! I didn't understand how or why this was happening, and I didn't know what I was seeing, but before I announced my presence to her, I saw the upper portion of a face with blue eyes, turn golden and narrow in an undiscernible emotion. The image shifted to see the back of an armoured figure with blond hair, a weapon that was too blurry to properly make out, locked in combat with a large dark beast. The beast was a blurry image, so I couldn't really make it out, but I think I saw flashes of red whenever it swiped with one of its arms, and streaks of green every time the 'head' moved.
Choosing to ask her about her weapon later, I slowly reached my hand out to touch her shoulder.
Her reaction was to make a sound somewhere between a scream and a startled gasp, before she quickly rolled away and recovered, assuming a defensive stance with her larger blade held in a hammer grip in her right hand, while her left hand was tightly gripping the still sheathed knife at her left side. Her knuckles were both white and her eyes were panicked for a split second, before she saw me and relaxed her entire posture.
Standing up, letting go of her sheathed knife and returning the dagger to its own sheath, she breathed a sigh of relief, before saying, "Gods Percy, don't do that."
"Do what?" I asked.
She glared slightly at me, "Don't sneak up on me and then grab my shoulder out of nowhere," she said.
I looked at her confused, "I made some noise while walking over here, I kinda stomped up the steps, and I've been looking over your shoulder for a little bit. I thought you noticed me," I replied honestly.
She blushed in embarrassment after my explanation, muttering a meek, "Oh," before walking away towards the long building behind the even number cabins.
I followed beside her.
"Sorry for snapping at you. You just startled me is all. Did you enjoy your lunch?" she asked as we made our way towards the long building.
"Yeah. Best meal I've had all week!" I exclaimed.
She laughed at my enthusiasm as we walked past the building down a dirt path towards the lake I saw from the big house. She explained that the lake was largely used for canoeing, swimming and longboat races too.
After quickly explaining some things about the lake and what the camp uses it for, as well as a bit of safety and repeated warnings to pay the lake's naiads no attention, that one's a no brainer, she started leading me up the attached creek. The only landmark of note that we passed was the volcano that was very out of place compared to everything else around me even far beyond the camp boarders. However, Piper insisted that the volcano, with lava pouring out of one side, the entire thing shaking violently every so often, was called a climbing wall.
'And they gave me weird looks for playing arrow roulette,' I thought incredulously.
Like, seriously! If I told someone that I liked shooting an arrow into the sky and then running around trying to be the last person to stay under it as it streaked back down to earth, they'd probably give me worrying looks and then try to steer their kids away from me before they get the right idea. But if I told someone that I went to a summer camp that had an activity where a camper can quite literally freeclimb up an unstable mountain, with boulders and lave constantly pouring down the sides for an 'extra challenge', as Piper called it, they'd look at me as if I was crazy and then try and have me locked up in a mental hospital.
Apparently, I was alone in that belief.
When we got to the amphitheater, she told me about how every night, after dinner, the entire camp gathers around the campfire for a singalong and storytelling. We took a seat in the top row and looked at the cluster of cabins for a bit. While we were there, Piper explained that the Colosseum was their combat arena where they practiced all kinds of things: sword and spear fighting, wrestling, duels, and much more. Next to the arena, I could see a small archery range with some people shooting away.
For a while we just sat and talked. I asked her questions and she answered to the best of her abilities. It didn't skip my notice that she always avoided answering questions about herself, she only answered questions about the camp.
I wanted to know more about her, but eventually she got up and motioned for me to follow, saying that we'd finish the tour before getting me back to my cabinmates.
We were just passing by the long building, and I realized that I still didn't know what it was.
"Hey Piper, what even is this building?" I asked.
She turned and saw what I was talking about. She went to answer but before she could, someone else beat her to it.
"Well! Why don't we show you, newbie!" yelled a husky voice from behind.
I turned around just as Piper muttered a curse in ancient Greek, to see a group of four girls all wearing camo jackets. They all looked big and mean, but the girl in front was the most intimidating of the bunch.
She had stringy brown hair and dark eyes that assured pain. She was taller than me and Piper, and also more muscular. She wore black cargo shorts, an orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt, and the same camo jacket as the other three girls, though her sleeves were ripped off, showing off the muscles in her arms, adding to her intimidation factor. She reminded me a bit of Anika, though without any of her mischievous warmth and affection. In short, she looked like a bully.
"Clarisse," groaned Piper in a mix of annoyance and resignation. "Can't you go polish your spear or something? C'mon, give the kid a break," she said.
"Oh, sure thing Miss Movie Star," the big girl Piper identified as Clarisse said. "But I think I'll soften him up a bit now, before running him through with-it Friday night," she said with an evil smirk. The other girls behind her started laughing and cheering her on.
"Now who's this little runt?" Clarisse asked while turning towards me.
"Percy Jackson," Piper said, "meet Clarisse La Rue, daughter of Ares."
'Yup. Definitely a bully,' I thought bitterly.
"Ah, that explains the blunt stupidity," I remarked wittily.
The girls all growled.
"We got an initiation ceremony for newbies, Prissy," she said angrily.
"Percy," I corrected.
"Whatever, punk."
'I can tell she cares,' I thought.
"Come on, I'll show you," she said as she approached me. The other three girls coming around to flank us, forming a circle.
"Clarisse –" Piper tried to say, but she was cut off by one of the other girls.
"Stay out of it, cheerleader."
Piper looked pained, and slightly scared, but she did stay out of it, which I was thankful for. I understood exactly what was happening, and I didn't really want her help with it. I was the new kid, and I had to earn my own rep. Just like I had to with the hunters all those years ago.
I handed Piper my bag and got ready to fight, but before I knew it, Clarisse had me by the neck and was dragging me towards the long building I was curious about earlier, but now I wanted to be far away from it.
I managed to get free of her grip, but the moment I did one of the other girls came and kicked me in the kidney, winding me and causing me to stumble and fall onto Clarisse's steel capped boot, disorienting me.
I felt her grab my neck again and continue dragging me into, what I now discovered was the bathroom.
I was struggling, kicking and punching, but they had little effect on my assailants who kept marching on. Clarisse reminded me again of Anika. Specifically, when she would hold me in a lock that we both knew I couldn't escape from. Her hands were like iron as she dragged me past a line of shower stalls on one side and a line of toilets on the other. It smelled like any other public bathroom.
Clarisse's friends were all laughing as I continued to struggle free. I considered summoning a knife and cutting my way out, but I decided that it might send the wrong message if I mutilated someone on my first day.
"Like he's 'Big Three' material," Clarisse said mockingly as she pushed me towards one of the toilets. "Yeah, right. Minotaur probably fell over and broke its neck cause it was laughing so hard. You must have looked pathetic, Prissy."
Her friends laughed even harder.
Piper stood in the corner, watching through her fingers as her hands covered her face.
Clarisse bent me over onto my knees and started pushing my head towards the toilet bowl. It reeked of rusted pipes and other undesirable contents. I strained and struggled to break free of her grip, thinking, 'I will not go into that. I won't.'
Then something happened. I felt a tug in the pit of my stomach. I heard the plumbing rumble and echo as the pipes shuddered. I felt Clarisse's grip on my neck loosen and I took my chance. I broke free of her grip, spun around and punched her right in her face. But along with my fist, she also got a torrent of toilet water straight to her face, causing her to let out a garbled scream and look away, closing her eyes and bringing her hands up to block the deluge of scummy water.
As she stumbled back, she tripped and fell onto her entourage, causing them all to fall over like bowling pins as the water kept spraying at her like a fire hose, pushing them backwards into a shower stall.
They started struggling and gasping, but then the other toilets exploded as well, all sending streams of scummy water, and other things, straight towards the group of girls. The showers acted up as well, and everything worked in tandem to push and slide the four girls out of the bathroom, spinning them around like teacups at an amusement park.
As soon as they were gone, I felt the tugging sensation in my gut lessen, and all the water shut off as quickly as it had started.
The entire bathroom was flooded. Piper hadn't been spared. She was dripping wet, but she hadn't been pushed out the door. She was standing in the exact same spot. Slowly, she lowered her hands, revealing a shocked expression on her face.
I looked down and realized that I was sitting in the only dry spot in the whole room. There was a circle of dry floor around me, and nowhere else. I didn't have a drop of water on my clothes, even. Nothing.
I slowly stood on shaky legs.
Piper gaped, "How did you. . ."
"I don't know," I lied. I knew exactly what had just happened. This was the first time my powers, which Poseidon had unlocked so many years ago, had finally manifested. And they did so spectacularly.
I walked to the door, while Piper remained frozen where she stood. Outside, Clarisse and her goons were sprawled out in the mud, slipping and sliding trying to regain their footing, while a bunch of other campers gathered around to gawk. Clarisse's hair was flattened across her face, and her camouflage jacked was soaked and sopping wet, smelling like sewage. 'A slight improvement,' I though happily.
"I think that's a good look for you! But you've got something right there," I called out, pointing at them, immediately drawing dozens of pairs of eyes towards me.
She gave me a look of absolute hatred. "You're dead, new boy. You are totally dead," she said slowly and calmly, visibly shaking with rage.
I should probably just let it go and be done with it, but I decided to do the mature thing. "You want to go again, Clarisse? I'm up for a round two," I said, smirking.
Her friends had to physically hold her back as they dragged her towards cabin 5, while the gathered campers made way to avoid her flailing feet.
I turned back to see Piper staring at me. I couldn't tell whether she was just grossed out or angry at me for dousing her. In my defence, she was only covered in water.
"Er, sorry," I apologised meekly, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly.
She kept staring at me, though I wasn't sure why.
"What are you thinking right now?" I asked nervously, shuffling my feet back and forth.
"I'm thinking," she said a moment later, "That this Friday is going to be incredible. And that I want you to guard the guy's bathroom for a bit," she finished while shooing me outside.
She didn't leave the bathroom. Instead, after shoving my outside, into the full view of the assembled campers, she retreated back into the girl's bathroom.
I walked over to what I assumed to be the guy's bathroom and poked my head in to see Piper, carefully lowering herself down from an overhead window which must have connected to the girl's bathroom.
She walked into a shower stall, and I quickly turned away and waited once I heard the shower turned on.
Five minutes later, Piper emerged wearing a pair of larger boots, baggy shorts and a white T-shirt, holding my backpack and a plastic bag in her other hand. Her belt was strapped freely around her waist. Upon closer inspection, I realized, "Hey! Those are my –" I didn't get to finish as Piper shoved my backpack into my arms before walking away like nothing happened.
"You drench me, you let me borrow your clothes," she said with a firm tone of finality. "Don't worry. You'll get them back eventually."
The only thing going through my head was, 'She stole my clothes!'
News of the bathroom incident spread like wildfire, and now wherever I go, people are always looking my way, muttering and pointing in my direction, something about toilet water. Of course, they could also be staring at Piper, who's hair was still a little wet, and still wearing my clothes.
She showed me a few more places: the metal shop (Where kids were forging their own swords), the arts-and-crafts room (where some of the kids I recognized from cabin 11 were busy sticking markers into a sleeping kids nose), I got a closer look at the archery range which was occupied by a bunch of kids with blond hair and blue eyes, children of Apollo, who were nailing the bullseye, or close to it, each time, and she showed me the strawberry fields and explained that it was how the camp made most of its money in the mortal world.
"I'm sorry again, about the toilets," I told her as we came back to the canoe lake.
"It's okay. Honestly, it's about time someone showed them up," she said after a moment.
She was leaning against a rail overlooking the lake. I joined her after a minute.
"You were lying," Piper said.
"Huh?"
"In the bathroom. You were lying to me when you said you didn't know how you did it," she stated.
'Shit!' I needed to come up with an excuse, fast!
"Were you lying when you said you'd give me back my clothes?" I asked back.
'Fucking idiot, Perce. Great fucking job man,' I mentally berated myself.
"So, not, the point," she excused, turning to face me while still leaning against the rail.
'Think, dummy, think!'
"Why did you lie to me," she asked me seriously.
'Fuck.'
"Uhh, I didn't lie to you Piper. I really don't know how I did it," I told her honestly, hoping she would accept my answer.
'Fat chance, dumbass.'
If her raised eyebrow was any indication, she didn't believe me.
"When you were being pushed towards the toilet, what were you thinking?" she asked intently.
I didn't know where she was going with this line of questioning, or how she went from accusing me to random questioning in the blink of an eye, but I decided to play along.
"Um, I kept thinking that I didn't want to have my head shoved into a dirty toilet bowl," I said deadpan, like it should have been obvious. "Should I have been thinking of something else?"
Instead of gratifying my sarcastic remark with an answer, she said, "What were you feeling?"
I didn't answer right away. But when I did, "I was afraid and angry, I guess. Why?"
She nodded in acceptance of my answer. "Typically, when they're first starting out, a demigod's abilities and skills are dictated by their instincts, and then fueled by their emotions. Put them together and it makes for a powerful combination. Anger and fear are really easy emotions to express, but even they have a limit. And they're completely uncontrollable," she explained sagely. "I don't know exactly how you were able to do what you did, and I don't know why you keep insisting that you don't know either, when I think we both know that you do. But a word of advice. Find some different emotional fuel. Anger and fear will only hold you back when you need them most."
I thought about her words for a second and found that they made a surprising amount of sense. When someone's angry or afraid, they'll do whatever they can, throw everything they have at their enemy all at once out of desperation, and without any direction or self-control, making them easily predictable and more likely to make a mistake. At that point, a mistake would be fatal. Also, the effects of both emotions would ebb and heal over time, making them less effective in the long run.
"I think I get it," I told her. "But then what would you suggest I use instead?"
"For now, either of those emotions would work to give you a jumpstart, or a quick burst of energy to get you through a couple seconds. But over time, you should be able to figure it out for yourself. No one can tell you how to do things. You need to figure out what works, and what doesn't, and how and why," she answered.
"Speaking from experience?" I asked.
She turned away shyly, "We all have our own skills and specialties. Our inner demons that make us who we are. Believe me, everyone at this camp goes through this trial at some point. So, yes. I guess I am speaking from experience.
"So, what works for you?" I asked after a while.
Piper smirked, "That's for me to know, and you to find out," she teased.
We stayed in comfortable silence for a while, just looking out over the lake, basking in the fresh air and calming feel of the wilderness. But eventually, I asked a question that had been brimming since we started the tour.
"What's with the knives?"
Piper tensed slightly but recovered quickly enough that I thought I had imagined it.
"We're demigods. Monsters hunt and chase us all the time. We've got to defend ourselves somehow, right?" she said.
I shook my head. "I get that. What I mean is, why fight with two knives? I'd imagine having a sword or a spear would be better for fighting monsters, right?"
"Oh," she said quietly before removing the smaller knife strapped to the left side of her belt.
"Luke gave me this while we were on our way to camp. It was the first weapon I ever used to kill a monster. It just. . . It makes me feel like nothing bad will ever happen to me," she explained sadly.
She sheathed the knife and continued to look out over the lake, completely ignoring the larger dagger strapped to her right side.
"What about the other one?" I asked, slightly suspicious that she tried to avoid it.
She paled before placing her hand on the pommel of the dagger.
"I found this one in the camp's armoury," she started as she slowly withdrew it and placed it down in front of her. On closer inspection, it was a bronze blade about a foot long, and triangular in design, starting wide at the guard and ending in a sharp point at the end of the blade. It was polished to a mirror shine and I could actually see the reflection in the blade as clearly as I could if I was looking at the real thing.
"It was covered in dust so thick that it actually left a cloud when I went and picked it up. It's called Katoptris," she said.
"Mirror," I translated, acknowledging the accurate naming of the blade.
"Or 'Looking Glass.' Either one works," she said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Sometimes, when I look into the blade, past my reflection, I can see glimpses of a future. For instance, yesterday the blade showed me someone dragging a satyr over a hill. That night, you arrived," she told me.
"Wow! So that blade lets you see the future!?" I exclaimed excitedly, imagining the possibilities.
"Not quite."
'And there go all of my hopes and dreams.'
"It does give me glimpses of a possible future, but they're not always good. And they're never complete. It only shows me what it wants me to see, and it always leaves me confused, angry, or scared shitless. Sometimes all three. Helen looked into this blade and saw troy burning. She did everything she could to try and prevent it, but Troy still burned in the end."
"Oh. Wow," I said much more quietly and subdued than before.
No matter what she thinks or says, that dagger is powerful. Being able to see a possible future which can help guide and influence the decisions you make in your future? That's an incredible advantage. Granted, spending to much time alone with it would probably make you go insane, it's still an amazing magical artifact.
"That was Helens?" I asked after contemplating everything she had told me.
'ADHD strikes again. Woo hoo!'
Piper chuckled mirthlessly, "Yeah. And look at what good it did her," she said as she stood up and started walking back to the main camp.
"Fair enough," I agreed, moving to follow her.
"C'mon. Lets get you back to your cabin. Knowing who lives in there, someone would have stolen you some clothes and toiletries by now," Piper said.
"Hmph. Funny thing is, I actually believe you," I replied as we arrived next to the bathroom.
"Oh, you should. They'd try and steal the White House if they could," she said.
"How would they do that?"
"No idea. But they'd probably try. Trust me, it's best not to think about the logistics. It'll give you a headache faster than a child of Athena can put you to sleep," she joked.
We laughed the entire way back.
A/N
Writer's block. And procrastination. Lots of procrastination.
Three things.
I'm going to go away for a while and write out the entirety of the Lightning Thief and then post all the chapters on a weekly basis, and then go back and do the same thing for the rest of the books. This is for me, because I don't think it's very healthy to manage my first year of university, while imposing rapid deadlines on me to finish writing out chapters like this. So, it might be a while before you get another update for SeaWolf, but just know that I am still working on it.
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