Abigail's POV
I just love being wrapped from head to toe in grapevines! Some weird middle aged guy floated down and looked rather bored. I struggled against the grapevines, but they weren't budging. I glared at him, unable to do anything but that. Finally, FINALLY, he let us go and said, 'Well, Peter Johnson, what do we have here? More insipid demigods?" I was ONE SECOND from disappearing and reappearing with my bow right behind him, but I held myself back. I watched in astonishment as Percy- simply walked away from him and ignored him. When Annabeth did the same, Kace and I joined them. The weird man called after us, "Good! And don't come back!"
"So you're doing the climbing wall?" Kace asked. "I'm not going to ask how you knew," I said. "I don't need to be a Whisper to know that, because you are walking straight towards it with me," He said, grinning. He flicked me on the head. "Idiot." "Excuse me." I said, punching his arm. He pretended to freak. "Oh my god. You touched me!" I rolled my eyes. "Shut up." We arrived at the bottom of the rock wall, and stared at it, watching the lava fall down the wall, burning a few campers. I broke the silence by saying, "Who goes first?"
