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CHAPTER 4: PAIN, SUFFERING, AND CAPTURE THE FLAG
Percy was currently standing around a ping-pong table, accompanied by a horse (centaur, technically), a goat-man, and a pudgy old man claiming to be a god,who may or may not have wanted to kill him.
Ok, back up a bit.
Apparently new campers had to have 'initiation', which contrary to what Clarisse would say, was not trying to break the new kid's neck.
What it was, though, was a short film and a talk with a centaur.
Chiron, the centaur, stood at the head of the table. "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood," he said to Percy, his voice kind. "Here, you'll learn about your heritage, your powers, and how to survive the world that seeks to destroy you."
Percy raised an eyebrow. "Wait, what?"
Before he could process that statement, Chiron pressed play on a nearby projector. The screen flickered to life, displaying images of heroic battles and monstrous creatures. Percy leaned in, captivated despite himself. There were gods and goddesses, mythological items, and a bunch of monsters.
"Yeah, monsters try to kill people like you," Grover chimed in, looking unusually serious for a satyr. "So… if you see one, don't die."
"Thanks for the pep talk, Grover," Percy said, a touch of sarcasm creeping into his voice.
The film continued, showcasing epic feats of strength, casual knowledge such as the use of ambrosia and nectar, and the importance of the camp in safeguarding demigods like him.
"Now, let's talk about your parentage," Chiron said as the film ended. "Do you know who your godly parent is?"
Percy nodded. "My dad's Triton." The lie came out smoothly.
Chiron nodded. "Then you'll be sleeping in the Hermes cabin." The centaur looked pointedly at the pudgy old man playing cards, and he sighed.
"I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. I am Dionysus - you may call me Mr. D. Don't expect me to be nice."
"Dionysus?" Percy asked. "Like the god?"
Mr. D raised an eyebrow. "Is that so hard to believe, Perry?"
Percy couldn't help himself. "Maybe it is, Dennis."
Grover groaned. "You shouldn't have done that."
Mr. D turned to look at him straight on, and Percy saw a kind of purplish fire in his eyes, a hint that this whiny, plump little man was only showing him the tiniest bit of his true nature.
He saw visions of grape vines choking unbelievers to death, drunken warriors insane with battle lust, sailors screaming as their hands turned to flippers, their faces elongating into dolphin snouts. "Would you like to test me, child?" he said quietly.
If there was one thing Percy was, it was stubborn. His eyes started to glow, alight with a sort of greenish flame. His eyes were an otherworldly green, the kind of light you might find deep beneath the ocean where ancient creatures roamed. He knew he was treading dangerous waters, but his pride wouldn't let him back down.
He saw glimpses of armies drowning, of civilisations crumbling, of the never-ending flow of the Nile - and Dionysus saw it too.
For a fleeting moment, their powers seemed to clash in the air between them - Percy's green, deep-sea glow against Dionysus's violet flame. It was as if two forces of nature, ancient and primal, had locked eyes through the ancient demigod and the young god.
Percy's mind swirled with visions that weren't his own. He saw civilizations buried beneath the endless flow of rivers, armies lost to the waves, entire cities submerged beneath the tide. But there was something else, something darker. The Nile, sacred to his father's people, coursed endlessly through his mind, carrying the weight of forgotten history, blood, and war.
The god's purplish flames flickered, his eyes narrowing slightly. For the briefest moment, Percy thought he saw a hint of respect flash in the god's gaze.
Then Dionysus leaned back in his chair, breaking the tension. "You're playing with fire, son of Triton," he said, his tone more casual now but still laced with danger. "And while I admire a good bit of rebellion, I'll remind you that the gods have a very low tolerance for insolence."
Grover tugged urgently at Percy's arm again, his goat legs fidgeting nervously. "Seriously, Percy, let's go. Now."
Percy took a deep breath, forcing the strange power back down. His eyes returned to normal, and the visions faded, though the weight of them still lingered. He nodded, taking a step back.
Mr. D waved a hand dismissively, like Percy was little more than an annoying fly. "Smart move. Now get out of here before I change my mind and turn you into a shrubbery."
Chiron cleared his throat. "Let's go, Percy. We'll show you to the Hermes cabin."
As they walked out of the Big House, Percy felt his heart still pounding in his chest. Whatever just happened, it wasn't something he could easily forget. Dionysus had seen something in him - something Percy wasn't even sure he understood yet.
But one thing was clear: he was attracting attention. And if he wasn't careful, he might attract the wrong kind of attention from the gods.
Grover let out a long breath once they were outside. "You seriously need to work on your first impressions."
Percy cracked a smile, though it was more out of nerves than humor. "What can I say? I've always been good at making enemies."
THE SON OF SOBEK
Percy had come to the conclusion that sleeping in the Hermes cabin was not fun.
He had decided to go full on with the whole 'son of Triton' thing, making sure to tell anyone who asked. It was going pretty well, in Percy's opinion.
The only downsides were that eventually, he'd be found out, and probably struck down by a sea god which happened to be his uncle.
But that wasn't the worst part, surprisingly. The worst part was the sheer chaos of the Hermes cabin itself. It was like a never-ending sleepover with a dozen rowdy kids who thought that personal space was a myth. Between the snoring, the talking in their sleep, and the constant bickering over who took whose stuff, Percy felt more like a sardine than a demigod.
The moment he'd stepped inside, he was greeted by the chaos of a dozen other demigods, each vying for space and snoring louder than a freight train. It felt like a human sardine can, with the aroma of dirty socks and leftover ambrosia lingering in the air.
"Welcome to your new home!" a kid near the window had shouted as Percy trudged in. "I'm Travis! Hope you like crowded quarters!"
"He's not Travis," said another guy who looked exactly like him. "I'm Travis. That's Conner."
"Shut up!"
It was cramped, it was loud, and it was definitely not fun.
When morning finally arrived, he rolled out of his bunk with a groan, feeling like he hadn't slept at all. He rubbed his eyes, catching the faintest glimpse of sunlight streaming through the window. The other campers were already bustling around, some getting ready for training, others chatting excitedly about the upcoming Capture the Flag game.
After a sleepless night filled with the sounds of chaos, Percy decided he needed a change of scenery. He had a plan: he'd sneak into Drew's cabin for a little peace and quiet before the day's madness kicked in.
He quietly slipped out of the Hermes cabin, careful not to wake anyone. The campgrounds were still relatively quiet, and he navigated through the maze of cabins, arriving at the one adorned with pink and gold accents. That'd be Drew's, he thought.
He hesitated for a moment, heart racing at the thought of being caught, but pushed the door open, slipping inside.
Drew's cabin was a huge contrast to the chaos of the Hermes cabin. It was serene and tastefully decorated, with an air of elegance that somehow felt both comforting and intimidating. The faint scent of flowers hung in the air, and he could see some of her things neatly arranged on her dresser.
"What are you doing here?" Drew asked, crossing her arms, though the hint of a smile tugged at her lips.
Percy plopped down on her bed, grateful for the quiet. It was a moment of calm before the inevitable storm of Capture the Flag. "Just gracing you with my presence." Percy offered.
"You do realize that sneaking into a daughter of Aphrodite's cabin might not be the best way to start your life at camp?" she teased, sitting next to him.
"Hey, I wanted to say hi to a friend," he defended. "Is that a crime?"
"Not yet," she said with a grin. "But you might want to rethink your strategy if you don't want to end up in a tangled mess with Clarisse later."
"Right," he said, chuckling nervously. "Speaking of which, any tips for surviving Capture the Flag?"
"Capture the flag? Just a rite of passage." Drew leaned against the bedframe, her expression turning serious. "Stick with me. Avoid Thalia at all costs, and if she comes after you, just remember - don't engage unless you have to." Then she seemed to remember something. "Oh, right. It's actually campers vs hunters today, meaning everyone's on our team. It'll be easy."
"Easy for you to say," he replied. "What Zoë tries to stick an arrow up my behind?"
"Then you have to show her you're not just some random demigod," Drew said, her eyes glinting. "Be bold. And don't forget, you have powers of your own."
Percy nodded, the knot in his stomach tightening. "Right. Pretending to be Triton's son and all that. No pressure."
"None at all," Drew said, her tone lightening again. "Just remember, it's supposed to be fun. You might even enjoy it if you can keep your head in the game."
He nodded. "Right."
Drew grinned. "Now go take a shower, croc boy. You stink."
Percy was feeling less than enthusiastic. "Capture the Flag?" he muttered to himself, remembering Drew's words. "Just a rite of passage." He wondered how much pain and suffering he'd have to endure to make it through this initiation.
He stumbled into the bathroom, where the mirrors were already fogged up with steam. The kid in front of him was flexing his muscles, checking himself out. "You new here?" he asked, shooting Percy a cocky grin.
"Yeah, just joined the circus," Percy replied dryly, splashing water on his face.
"Nice," the kid said, unbothered. "Get ready for the most brutal game of your life. If you think the Hermes cabin is a rough place to sleep, just wait until you get knocked out in the field."
"Great," Percy said under his breath, the weight of impending doom settling over him.
After managing to brush his teeth and splash some cold water on his face, Percy made his way out of the cabin and into the main camp area. The sun was bright, and campers were gathering around the large wooden signpost that marked the Capture the Flag arena. Grover joined him, looking a bit frazzled but excited.
"Did you sleep okay?" Grover asked, concern evident in his voice.
"Define 'okay,'" Percy replied, shaking his head. "If 'okay' means barely getting any sleep in a room full of snoring demigods, then sure."
"Yikes," Grover winced. "Well, you'll forget all about that once the game starts. It's exhilarating!"
Percy raised an eyebrow. "Exhilarating? Or terrifying?"
"Both!" Grover said, his eyes lighting up. "Just stick close to me, and you'll be fine."
"Right, because I totally trust you to keep me safe during a battle for a dumb flag," Percy said sarcastically, but he couldn't help the slight grin that broke through.
As they arrived at the field, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. Clarisse stood at one end, arms crossed, a wicked smile plastered on her face as she surveyed the other campers. Thalia was beside her, looking more like a warrior than a daughter of Zeus, her electric blue eyes sharp and alert.
"Today, we claim victory!" Clarisse yelled, her voice booming. "And remember, no mercy for the hunters!"
"Great," Percy muttered, looking over at Grover, who was nervously gnawing on a tin can.
According to Grover, the Aphrodite cabin's eagerness to play was strange. Apparently, they usually sat on the sidelines, chatting and checking their reflections in the river. But when they heard they'd be fighting the Hunters, they were raring to go.
"I'll show them 'love is worthless,'" Drew grumbled as she strapped on her armor. "I'll pulverize them!"
"Me and Thalia will take offense," Clarisse said, daring anyone to object. "Who wants to lead defense?" When no-one volunteered, she pointed at Percy. "You're in charge of defense. Don't screw up, punk."
"Yeah, no problem," he said.
"Cool." She turned to help some of the Aphrodite kids, who were struggling to suit up their armor without breaking their nails. Nico ran up to Percy, a wide grin on his face.
"This is awesome!" Nico's blue-feathered bronze helmet was too big and kept falling over his eyes, while his breastplate was about six sizes too large. Percy wondered if he had looked as ridiculous when he first arrived at camp. Unfortunately, he probably had.
Nico hefted his sword with difficulty. "Do we get to kill the other team?"
"Don't think so."
"It would be awesome if we just, like, resurrected every time we got killed, so we could keep fighting and-"
"Nico. Real swords. These can hurt."
Nico stared, a little disappointed, and Percy realized he sounded like his mother. Not a good sign.
He patted Nico on the shoulder. "It's cool. Just follow the team, stay out of their way, and we'll have a blast."
Chiron's hoof thundered on the pavilion floor. "Heroes! You know the rules! The river is the boundary line. Blue team, Camp Half-Blood, shall take the west woods. Hunters of Artemis, red team, shall take the east woods. I will serve as referee and battlefield medic. No intentional maiming, please! All magic items are allowed. To your positions!"
"Sweet," Nico whispered. "What kind of magic items? Do I get one?"
Percy was about to explain that he had no idea either when Thalia and Clarisse yelled, "Blue team! Follow us!"
Said blue team cheered and followed, Percy tripping over someone's shield as he ran to catch up.
They set the flag at the top of Zeus's Fist, a cluster of boulders in the middle of the west woods that, if you looked at it just the right way, resembled a giant fist. From any other side, though, it looked like a pile of deer droppings, but Chiron wouldn't allow them to call it that - especially since it was named after Zeus, who apparently didn't have much of a sense of humor.
It was a good place to set the flag. The top boulder stood six meters tall, making it hard to climb, and the flag was clearly visible as the rules required. The guards couldn't stand within ten meters of it, but that didn't matter.
Percy set Nico on guard duty with Nico and the Stoll brothers (who he still couldn't tell apart, by the way.)
"We'll send out a decoy to the left," Thalia told the team. "Drew, you lead that."
"Got it."
"Take Laurel and Jason. They're good runners. Make a wide arc around the Hunters, attract as many as you can. I'll take the main raiding party around to the right and catch them by surprise."
Everybody nodded. It sounded like a solid plan, and Thalia said it with such confidence that no one could doubt it would work.
"And don't leave your post!" Thalia said.
"Unless you see a golden opportunity," Percy added.
Thalia scowled. "Just don't leave your post."
"Right, unless-"
Thalia touched his arm, shocking him with static electricity. Everyone could do that in winter, but when Thalia did it, it hurt. Percy guessed it was because her dad was the god of lightning. He had been known to fry off people's eyebrows.
"Sorry," Thalia said, though she didn't sound particularly sorry. "Everyone clear?"
They all nodded and broke into smaller groups. The horn sounded, signaling the start of the game.
Drew's group disappeared into the woods on the left. Thalia's group waited a few seconds, then darted off toward the right.
Percy waited for something to happen. He climbed Zeus's Fist for a better view of the forest. He remembered the Hunters storming out of the woods when they had fought the manticore, and he prepared for something similar - an all-out charge that could overwhelm them. But nothing happened.
He caught a glimpse of Drew and her two teammates running through a clearing, followed by five Hunters. They were leading them deeper into the woods, away from Thalia and Clarisse. The plan seemed to be working. Then he spotted another group of Hunters moving to the right, their bows ready. They must've spotted Thalia.
"What's happening?" Nico asked, trying to climb up beside him.
Percy's mind raced. Thalia wouldn't be able to get through, but with the Hunters split, their center had to be open. If he moved fast…
He turned to Beckendorf, a bulky son of Hephaestus. "Can you guys hold the fort?"
Beckendorf snorted. "'Course."
"I'm going in."
The Stoll brothers and Nico cheered as Percy bolted toward the boundary line.
He ran at top speed, feeling great as he leaped over the creek into enemy territory. The silver flag was up ahead with only one guard, who wasn't even looking his way. He heard fighting to his left and right, deep in the woods. He had it made.
The guard turned at the last second. Her eyes widened just before Percy's scaly elbow slammed into her, sending her sprawling in the snow.
"Sorry!" Percy shouted, grabbing the silver flag from the tree and taking off.
He was ten meters away - he was in the clear.
"Percy!" Clarisse yelled from the left. "What are you doing?"
Before she reached him, an arrow exploded at her feet, releasing a cloud of yellow smoke around her team. They started coughing and gagging. The stench of sulfur reached Percy even from across the woods.
"Fart arrows are unsportsmanlike!" Thalia muttered.
He scrambled to his feet and kept running. Just a few more meters to the river, and he'd win the game. Arrows whizzed past his ears. A Hunter appeared out of nowhere and slashed at him with her knife, but he parried the blow and kept running.
Percy could see the creek ahead, the boundary line that meant victory for the blue team. His heart pounded in his chest, and the silver flag flapped in his hand as he sprinted toward it. The adrenaline was coursing through his veins, pushing him to move faster.
"Almost there," he muttered to himself, dodging another arrow as it whizzed past his head. Behind him, he could hear Thalia shouting, but he was too focused on getting to the creek to make out what she was saying.
Then, out of nowhere, a Hunter leaped down from a tree in front of him, blocking his path. She had dark hair, and her silver eyes gleamed with determination as she raised her bow. Percy had no time to stop. Instinctively, he raised his arm, scales shimmering over his skin as he deflected the arrow with a twist of his wrist.
"Nice try!" he shouted, barreling past her.
The creek was only five meters away now. He could already hear his team cheering from the other side. Beckendorf's deep voice booming above the others, the Stoll brothers hollering with excitement, and Nico running towards him, waving his oversized sword in the air.
Percy grinned, feeling the thrill of victory so close. He was almost there.
But just as his foot was about to cross the boundary, something slammed into him from the side, knocking him off balance. He tumbled into the snow, the silver flag flying out of his hand.
Groaning, Percy tried to scramble to his feet, but before he could, a boot pressed down on his chest, pinning him to the ground.
"Not so fast," said a familiar voice.
Percy looked up and groaned. Zoë Nightshade, the leader of the Hunters, was standing over him, her silver eyes cold and unamused.
"You thought you could steal our flag that easily, did you?"
Percy gritted his teeth and lunged at her, tackling her to the ground. She tried to get out of his grip, but she couldn't. His dad wasn't the god of strength for nothing. "Nico!" Percy shouted. "Get the flag!"
Nico hesitated for a split second, his eyes wide as he processed what Percy had just said. Then, with a determined nod, he bolted toward the silver flag lying in the snow. His oversized helmet tilted to the side as he sprinted, sword clanging awkwardly against his armor.
Percy held Zoë firmly to the ground, her silver eyes glaring daggers at him. She struggled beneath him, her strength surprising, but Percy wasn't about to let her go. "You're a lot stronger than you look," she growled, her voice dripping with frustration.
"Yeah, I get that a lot," Percy shot back, gritting his teeth as he tightened his grip.
Nico was almost at the flag when another Hunter appeared from the treeline, bow at the ready. "Nico, look out!" Percy yelled.
Nico dove to the side, just as an arrow flew past him, narrowly missing his shoulder. He scrambled back to his feet, eyes locked on the flag. With a burst of energy, he lunged forward, grabbed the silver banner, and took off running toward the creek.
"Yes!" Percy cheered, still holding Zoë down. "Nico, go!"
Zoë's frustration turned to anger. "You think this is over?" She brought her knee up sharply, catching Percy in the side. He returned the favour with a scaly fist.
"Nice try," Percy muttered through gritted teeth.
Nico was almost at the creek when two more Hunters emerged from the trees, cutting him off. They raised their bows, ready to fire, but Percy focused, willing the river to rise up and splash the Hunters catching them unaware.
He dropped the flag, gripped his oversized sword with both hands, and slashed at the ground. A shower of snow flew into the air, obscuring their vision. In the confusion, Nico ducked under their line of fire and scooped up the flag again, sprinting toward the boundary.
Percy watched, heart racing. Nico had a clear shot now.
"Come on, Nico!" he shouted, his voice carrying across the battlefield.
Nico finally reached the creek, his oversized helmet bouncing precariously as he ran. The Hunters, now soaked and blinded by snow, were too disoriented to stop him. Percy watched as he crossed the boundary line, silver flag held high in triumph.
"The Campers win," Chiron announced. "For the first time!"
"Yes!" Percy pumped his fist into the air, grinning despite the ache in his side from Zoë's earlier kick.
The rest of the blue team erupted in cheers. Beckendorf, the Stoll brothers, and even Clarisse (begrudgingly) were celebrating on the other side of the creek, their voices echoing through the woods.
Zoë's gaze burned into Percy, her silver eyes flashing with anger. "You'll regret this," she hissed, struggling beneath him once more. Percy let her go, knowing the game was over. She stood up quickly, dusting off snow from her silver cloak. "Next time, you won't be so lucky."
Percy shrugged, offering her a cheeky grin.
Zoë narrowed her eyes before turning sharply on her heel and disappearing into the forest, her Hunters following behind her.
Percy stood up slowly, his smile never fading. He jogged over to Nico, who was still holding the flag proudly.
"Nice job, buddy," Percy said, ruffling Nico's hair under his ill-fitting helmet.
Nico beamed. "I can't believe we actually won!"
As the rest of the blue team gathered around, Thalia strode up to Percy, a scowl on her face. "You really don't listen, do you?" she said.
Percy raised an eyebrow. "I took a calculated risk."
"We had a plan!" Thalia yelled, storming toward him. She smelled like rotten eggs, and blue sparks flickered on her armor as her anger flared. Everyone cringed and backed away at the sight of Aegis. It took all of Percy's willpower not to cower.
Percy balled his fists. "I got the flag, Thalia!" He shook it in her face. "I saw a chance, and I took it!"
"I WAS AT THEIR BASE!" Thalia yelled.
"You had too many on you!"
"Oh, so it's my fault now?"
"Maybe it is."
"Argh!" Thalia shoved him, sending a shock through his body that blasted him three meters back into the water. Some of the campers gasped, and a few of the Hunters stifled laughs.
"Wait!" Thalia said, her face pale. "I didn't mean to-"
Rage surged through Percy. His eyes glowed, and the earth shook. Thalia stumbled, and he blasted her with the river water, sending her flying back. He stood up. "Yeah," he growled. "I didn't mean to either."
Thalia's breathing was heavy.
The tension was electric - literally. The air around Percy and Thalia crackled as the two demigods stared each other down. Water dripped from Percy's clothes, and Thalia's hair stood on end from the residual energy of her lightning. For a moment, no one moved.
The campers and Hunters alike exchanged nervous glances, sensing the storm brewing between the two demigods. Beckendorf started to step forward, but Clarisse grabbed his arm, shaking her head. "Let 'em work it out," she muttered.
Thalia wiped the water from her face. "You want to do this?" she asked, her voice low and dangerous. "You really want to go there?"
Percy clenched his scaly fists, his heart pounding in his ears. "What if I do?"
The sparks around Thalia's hands flared up again, blue lightning licking her fingertips. She took a step forward, but before she could close the gap, Chiron galloped onto the scene, his hooves thudding against the ground with a heavy, authoritative rhythm.
"That's enough!" Chiron's voice boomed, and the tension in the air snapped like a bowstring. The earth stopped shaking, and the charge in the atmosphere lessened. "Both of you, stand down."
Percy took a deep breath, his eyes still glowing faintly. Thalia's fists unclenched, though she didn't look any less angry.
Chiron glanced between them, his expression stern. "Capture the Flag is over. You both fought well, but this isn't how we settle disputes at Camp Half-Blood."
"He started it," Thalia muttered under her breath, crossing her arms.
"I finished it," Percy shot back, still bristling.
Chiron narrowed his eyes at both of them. "I said, enough."
For a moment, no one spoke.
Then they saw it.
Someone - something - was approaching, shrouded in a murky green mist. The campers and Hunters gasped as it drew nearer.
"This is impossible," Chiron said, sounding unusually nervous. "She… she has never left the attic. Never."
Yet the withered mummy of the Oracle shuffled forward until she stood at the center of the group. Mist coiled around their feet, turning the snow a sickly shade of green.
No one dared move. Then, a voice hissed inside their heads, as though echoing through the mist.
I am the spirit of Delphi, the voice said. Speaker of the prophecies of Phoebus Apollo, slayer of the mighty Python.
The Oracle regarded the group with her cold, dead eyes before turning unmistakably towards Percy.
"Approach, seeker, and ask," the Oracle commanded. Percy's heart pounded in his chest as the Oracle's dead eyes locked onto him. The mist around her seemed to pulse, like it was alive, swirling in unnatural patterns around her feet. The rest of the campers and Hunters stood frozen in shock, their faces pale in the eerie green light.
"What do you want?" Percy asked.
The Oracle's mouth opened, and green mist poured out, forming the image of a barren mountain with a girl standing at its peak. She knelt, her hands raised as though to fend off an attacker, her expression pained. The Oracle spoke:
Five shall go west to the goddess in chains,
One shall be lost in the land without rain,
Immortal's bane must show the trail,
Campers and Hunters combined prevail,
Forgotten destinies and curses must one withstand,
And one shall perish by a parent's hand.
As they watched, the Mist swirled and retreated like a great green serpent into the mummy's mouth. The Oracle sat down on a rock, as still as she had been in the attic, as though she might sit by the creek for another hundred years.
But nobody was looking at the Oracle, surprisingly. They were all staring at Percy.
"What?" He demanded.
"There's something on your head!" Nico said. "It's glowing!"
Percy looked up to see a glowing circle, with a depiction of a crocodile's head and a crown. Slowly, campers and Hunters alike began to kneel. Chiron looked confused, and… scared.
"Sobek," he said slowly, as if he was unsure if what he was saying was true. "God of crocodiles, strength and militaries, patron of the Nile, the Great Devourer. All hail Percy Jackson, son of Sobek."
Oooh, Percy's secret is out now! And Thalia got what was coming to her tbf. How'd y'all like the chapter?
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