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Camp Half Blood Campers' Correspondence a Year Later-[Creg Izenson to Amanda Izenson]
Mom, you won't believe this! Remember when the goat guy tried to tell us that my dad was a god and you nearly knocked him down the stairs? I think it's true. The guy's got a name that I can't spell right, but they brought me to his cabin and it's awesome. First off, I've got a bunch of half siblings who all have the same dad. Counting me, there's five of us here. Some of them are kind of mopy because they're missing people or something, but they can all make really awesome stuff. My cabin's like this giant work station and there's a black-smithing thing in there. I think they actually have something for smelting but it's in a back room and they only let senior campers use that right now. But that's not the coolest part. The coolest part is that I can make stuff too. I rock at it, actually. Ya know how I always scored really high scores in metal shop back at school and I was really good at fixing cars? They don't use cars here, but they make their own chariots and weapons and armor and junk and they're all spring loaded and mechanical and stuff. Practically nothing is digital, which is weird, but some of the stuff they have just lying around in here is sick. There was a full bronze statue with mechanical arms stashed under my bed because they hadn't gotten around to scrapping it yet. They just whip tools out, too. I lost my luggage key when I dropped it in all the scrap metal and was about the break the lock when this one chick just walks right up to it, whips out this little kit and picks the lock in half a second. I don't even think she touched the lock; the lock just got scared when it heard her coming and opened itself. It was sick.
But that's not even the coolest part. You know how I told you they wouldn't let me touch the blow-touch in metal shop. Not only can I use the blow-touch here, but I practically don't need it. I don't know what it is. I think being here brought it back but I can make fire. I can't make it come out of my hands or anything, and sometimes it really sucks, but when there is an instance where a fire could be started, I start one somehow. I got this one kid calling me 'Flint' already. It's really cool here, mom. It's really cool. Thanks for letting me come.
Your son, Creg
Hephaestus Cabin – Cabin 9