Some people in Camp Half-Blood chose to write a letter to their parents every week. Others chose to write once every two weeks, and a few wrote once a month. Every week, Hermes came to camp to pick them up and deliver them. Percy wrote every two weeks. He did his best to write the letter himself, but his dyslexia made it hard. He had problems with spelling and grammar, and sometimes writing a letter took up to 2 hours. It started to annoy him, but he didn't want to let his mom and stepfather down, so he kept writing them. Yet, he started to dread writing home more and more. Because it was dangerous, using a computer with autocorrect on it was impossible. What was also bugging him, was that other kids who were just as bad in writing as he was were always ten times faster ready than he was. One time, he asked a boy from the Apollo cabin (because of course he was from the Apollo cabin): 'how do you guys write so quick?' 'Don't you know? There is a blind girl in camp,' the boy answered. 'I know Sheila. What does that have to do with the letters?' Percy Asked. 'If you give her the paper and ink for her typewriter, she will write a letter for you. Yet, you do have to dictate it for her, of course.' 'Why can she have a typewriter? I thought even that wasn't allowed.' 'Chiron made an exception for her, since she is blind and all.' 'Ok. Thanks,' Percy mumbled. The next time he went to write a letter, he looked around the pavilion. There was one girl sitting by the main table, with an Athena boy in front of her. When she was done, she got a piece of paper from the typewriter and gave to the boy. He thanked her and walked away. Percy swiftly walked towards the girl, and sat down in front of her. She looked at him with empty eyes. 'Who are you?' She asked him. 'I am Percy Jackson. I heard you write letters. I, eh... got ink and paper. And this sounds like drug dealing when I say it that way.' The girl giggled. 'It really does. To who do you want to write?' 'To my mom and stepfather.' 'Do you want both of them to get a seperate letter?' Sheila asked. 'No, one is ok. Now, should I just tell you what I want in the letter, and you type it out for me?' The girl nodded. 'Ehm, okay. So, eh, dear mom and Paul...' he stopped. The girls' danced over the typewriter. 'Go on,' she said, 'I can write quickly.' 'It looks like magic when you type. Okay, er... How is Estelle doing? Has she grown much already? I am doing pretty good. Yesterday, when I was climbing the climbing wall, an Ares kid tried to push me of. But I was to quick for him. He looked so defeated when I looked down on him. If Chiron sends you a letter about some accident on the beach, which involves me smacking down our Camp leader and Jason into the sand, that is all ok. Nobody got hurt. If Chiron doesn't send you a letter, you can ignore that bit.' Sheila giggled. 'So that really happened? I thought those were rumours, and that Jason and Dionysus were just tired or something...' Percy felt his cheeks glowing. 'No, it really happened.' He laughed. 'Yet, er... Annabeth and my other friends are doing good. I plan to surprise Annabeth next week. That was all - not much happened in camp, for a change...' 'was that the end of the letter or part of it?' 'Part of it. Give Estelle a kiss from me. Bye, Percy. That was the end of the letter.' The girl wrote the last words and got the paper from the typewriter. She gave it to Percy. 'I hope you mom likes it. Now, I have to write a letter to my own mother. She is kind of lonely on Olympus, so I write a letter every week.' 'Ok, Bye!' Percy walked back to the Poseidon table. He quickly wrote something under Sheila's letter: 'mom, I wrote this letter with help. That's why everything looks so neat. Love, Percy.' While he put the letter into the mailbox, he thought: 'lonely on Olympus? Who is that girl?'