Blind Sun

Chapter 15 (31) Chariot Race I totally Attend

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We arrived in Long Island just after Clarisse, thanks to the centaurs’ travel powers.

When we got to camp, the centaurs were anxious to meet Dionysus. They’d heard he threw some really wild parties, but they were disappointed. The wine god was in no mood to celebrate as the whole camp gathered at the top of Half-Blood Hill.

The camp had been through a hard two weeks. The arts and crafts cabin had burned to the ground from an attack by a Draco Aionius. The Big House’s rooms were overflowing with wounded. Y/n's siblings in the Apollo cabin, who were the best healers, had been working overtime performing first aid. Everybody looked weary and battered as they crowded around Thalia’s tree.

The moment Clarisse draped the Golden Fleece over the lowest bough, the moonlight seemed to brighten, turning from grey to liquid silver. A cool breeze rustled in the branches and rippled through the grass, all the way into the valley. Everything came into sharper focus – the glow of the fireflies down in the woods, the smell of the strawberry fields, the sound of the waves on the beach.

Gradually, the needles on the pine tree started turning from brown to green.

Everybody cheered. It was happening slowly, but there could be no doubt – the Fleece’s magic was seeping into the tree, filling it with new power and expelling the poison.

Chiron ordered a twenty-four/seven guard duty on the hilltop, at least until he could find an appropriate monster to protect the Fleece. He said he’d place an ad in Olympus Weekly right away.

In the meantime, Clarisse was carried on her cabin mates’ shoulders down to the amphitheatre, where she was honoured with a laurel wreath and a lot of celebrating around the campfire.

Nobody gave Annabeth, Percy or Y/n a second look. It was as. if they’d never left. Though Gracie did drag Y/n off and the other four caught the words 'Vix' and 'stole'.

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Leto babying Y/n & Gracie
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Appearently in the two weeks I was gone Vix has gotten into a little bit of trouble. Currently the list of things she has borrowed is as follows, makeup bag from Drew, lockpick kit from Travis, hammer from Nyssa, a random bra, a bottle of whiskey, a few shirts, a bird, a bunny and some random large bone.

"Y/n tell her to stop stealing stuff." Gracie told me.

"Vix stop stealing stuff." I repeated. "Now return all these items."

She only let out an 'arf' in response.

Later that night, as we were roasting marshmallows and listening to the Stoll brothers tell us a ghost story about an evil king who was eaten alive by demonic breakfast pastries.

Clarisse had told her siblings how good I was with a cannon and they were set on helping me convince Charles and Nyssa to make me a gun. Though it was a debate on what kind of gun it would be.

Ashley favored getting me a rifle while Clarisse argued for a shotgun. Sides were taken by the Ares campers. Slug rounds are deadlier than any rifle Y/n could carry, was one arguement made. While Ashely and her side argued 'bows are just rifles of the old age, and rifles are for accuracy while shotguns are for damage.' I liked Ashley's side, but a shotgun sounds cool, makes me want both. Sherman brought up the point that we should have a defensive cannon for camp, I agreed with him.