𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 ! [percy jackson]¹

𝐢𝐯. lovely conversations with the relatives !

𝐋 𝐎 𝐕 𝐄   𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘   !

𝙲 𝙷 𝙰 𝙿 𝚃 𝙴 𝚁   𝙵 𝙾 𝚄 𝚁   !

( 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 ! )

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⬩❖⬩ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

          𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 . . . 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐘. However, when she got off the bus with Ashton and Nico, she was surprised to see that this camp looked a lot like some of the summer camps her aunt and uncle would send her to. Well, minus the Ancient Greek buildings that littered the valley and the giant sacrificial fires burning everywhere.

Toni brushed some dark hair from my face and studied the winter landscape before her. Snow covered the ground, which she was sure was covered in lush green grass most of the time. There were twelve cabins in the shape of a giant 'U', surrounding a large campfire that was burning brightly. An amphitheater and arena were stationed near each other, with a dining hall not too far from them. All of which were made from marble.

Atop the tallest hill in the valley was a giant pine tree. There was a golden something hanging on one of the lower branches, bronze cables surrounding the trunk. Why? Toni had no clue. But she was sure she would find out. And on another hill was a tall blue house with a white wraparound porch, Christmas decorations hanging from the roof.

"This is not what I pictured when they said 'camp for half-bloods.'" Toni nodded, agreeing with Ashton. Definitely not.

"Whoa! Is that a climbing wall?" Nico's voice pulled the brunette away from her thoughts, her eyes moving to where he was looking.

Somewhere in the center of the camp was a rock wall. Two slabs of rock connected with foot holes here and there. And, not to anyone's surprise, lava was pouring down the sides of the rock.

"Yeah." Percy said, running his fingers through his dark hair.

Toni tilted her head in thought. "Why exactly is there lava pouring down it?"

"Little extra challenge." Obviously. "Come on, I'll introduce you to Chiron. Zoë, have you met⎯"

"I know Chiron," the huntress stated stiffly. She obviously did not have that good of a relationship with the man. It sounded like saying his name was painful to her. "Tell him we will be in Cabin Eight. Hunters, follow me."