Shades of Glory- Book one of Walk of Glory.

Rosa finds her godly parent through judging people.

Sammy's POV.

We passed the volleyball pit. Several of the camp footers nudged each other. One pointed To Cassie and said, "that's her."

Most of the campers were older than us. They'll say to our friends we're bigger than Grover, all with them, treading around with the orange camp Half-blood t-shirt with nothing else to cover their bare shaggy hind quarters. I wasn't normally shy. But the way they were staring at us made me uncomfortable. I felt like they were expecting her to do a flip or something.

I looked back at the farmhouse. It was a lot bigger than I realized. Four stories tall, sky blue with white trim, like an upscale seaside resort. I was checking out the brass eagle weathervane on top when I noticed something caught my eye, a shadow in the utmost window of the Attic Gable. Something had moved in the curtain, just for a second. I got the distinct impression We were being watched.

"What's up there?"

"Up where, Sammy. Up where?" Cassie said without looking back.

"Over there." I pointed to the Attic Where I had seen something move.

She turned to where it was pointing. And her smile faded. "just the attic."

"Does somebody live there?"

"No." she said, as if a fact. In unclear fact. "Not a single living thing."

And I got the impression. She was being completely truthful. But I swear I saw something move through the curtain.

"Keep coming, Sammy, Rosa." Her lighthearted voice seemed a bit forced. "We've only got not even halfway through the Tour."

We walked through strawberry fields, where campers were picking bushels of berries while Satyr played a tune on a Reed pipe.

She told us that the camp grew nice crops for export to New York restaurants and Mount Olympus. "It pays our expenses." She explained. "and the strawberries take barely any effort."

She said Mr. D had this effect where everywhere he walked, the plants would go crazy. They also said it worked best with wine grapes. But Mr. D was restricted from growing those, so they grew strawberries instead.

I watched the sitar playing his pipe. His music was causing the line of bugs to leave the strawberry patch in every direction, like refugees fleeing a fire. I wonder if Grover could work that kind of magic with the music. That would be cool to watch.

"So. If Olympus is real and the gods are real, does that mean That the underworld is real too."

You must have had an impact on the clouds because the clouds darkened with her face. "Precisely. There is a place where spirits go after death. But for now, until we know more, I would urge you to keep that out of your mind."

"What do you mean until we know more?"

"Come on, Sammy, let's go see the woods."

As I got closer, I realized how huge the forest really was. It took up at least 1/4 of the valley with trees so tall and thick you could imagine no one had been there since the Native Americans.

"Oh, and the woods are stocked if you care to try your luck, but go armed."

"Stocked with what?" I asked. "An armed with what?"

"You'll see capture the Flag is Friday night. Do you have your own sword and shield? though of course you wouldn't be your newcomers" She thought out loud. "I think a size 5 will do for you, Sammy, and maybe a size 3 for you, Rosa. That will do fine. We'll visit the Armory later."