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Mick's POV:
I'm a son of Apollo! He's my favorite god! Well, I do have his sporty side. I was being escorted to...where ever by a pretty blonde girl. Her long blonde hair was tied in a pony tail. She was wearing bronze armor and had a bow and a pack of arrows over her back.
Me: I'm Mick.
Girl: I'm Tracy.
We shook hands and we continued walking.
Me: So, have you met dad yet?
Tracy: We're not allowed to.
Me: Why not?
Tracy: Zeus made up a stupid rule and now gods and goddesses can't have any contact with their children.
Me: Again, why not?
Tracy: Poseidon, God of The Seas, was becoming mortal from visiting his son. I don't think it was Percy though. Zeus found out and became angry. So, he banned all gods and goddesses from visiting their offspring once they were born. My sister, Stacy, told me that her half sister, Annabeth, met their mom, Athena, when then she was returning Zeus his master lighting bold with Percy.
Me: Wait, you're both sisters from different gods?
Tracy: Yeah, I came from my mom and Stacy came from my dad.
I nodded. Then we arrived to a cabin. Wait, a cabin.
Me: A cabin?
Tracy: Yeah, each cabin is in the name of each god. So, since our dad is Apollo, we sleep in the Apollo cabin.
Me: Too much information.
Tracy: Eh, you get used to it.
I nodded again and Tracy opened the cabin door. The inside was incredible! There were nicely made bunk-beds and a basketball net. There were footballs(soccer balls), footballs(American footballs), basketballs, tennis balls, volleyballs, baseballs, and ping pong balls scattered around the room.
Me: Whoa.
Tracy: Yeah. Chose a bunk, unpack, then we'll go to the armory to chose you weapon(s).
I chose a nice, clean bottom bunk and unpacked. Then Trace led me to the armory. I hope they still have some bows and packs of arrows.