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The camp was celebrating the defeat of Gaea, everyone singing off tune notes to "Medusa's Snakes are falling down, falling down..."
There was a thin spread of melancholy dispersed in the air as demigods remembered their dead friends. Both the Romans and Greeks initially fought and bickered and separated themselves "This is our table", "Romans only." However, that prejudice was quickly snuffed out as the burning of the shrouds began.
A sense of sadness lingered as the shrouds were put to flames in a brilliant display. A sense of unity began building up between the two groups, almost as if the camps had been friends since the beginning of time.
With the crowd, a small boy roamed, just barely 12 trying desperately to view the shrouds. Somewhere up there was someone important. Percy Jackson had supposedly survived the Underworld. He needed to get Percy's advice. His name was Collin and he wasn't ready to just give up on his brother. He'd find a way to resurrect him, even if that meant sacrificing his morals to do so.