𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗘 ! ━ 𝙋. 𝙅𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙎𝙊𝙉

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As he promised, Percy waited near the exit of the dining pavilion with Tyson glued to his side.

Marcel pressed his broken wrist to his chest to avoid other campers bumping into his arm. The pain of a damaged bone was already enough, he didn't need someone making it worse. He made a beeline toward the other teen, the sweet taste of brownie lingering on his mind. He really needed some Ambrosia.

Percy perked up once he noticed his friend getting closer. He tried to ignore all the giggles and snide comments directed at Tyson, but Marcel saw how they were slowly getting to him.

He sighed. The next few days would be exhausting.

"C'mon," Marcel told him once he was in their earshot. "We've delayed it enough."

"I am going, too?" Tyson asked with his brown eye filled with expectation.

Marcel's lip twitched, reminding himself it wasn't the Cyclops's fault his godly parent was being a bitch. So he shrugged as if he didn't care. "If you want, sure."

Tyson beamed and turned to Percy.

"I am going with you!"

The teen tensely nodded and started slowly limping to where all the cabins were.

Before he knew it, Marcel was already on his side, his good arm around his back. He mumbled a quiet thanks and got a curt nod in return.

They, once again, walked (or limped) mostly in silence. It was only disturbed when Tyson got excited over something again and either of the teens had to explain it to him.

Soon enough they found themselves in front of Cabin Seven. The solid-gold-like walls were faintly glowing when the rays of the setting sun hit them at the right angle. During the day the cabin was almost impossible to look at, the worst being the noon, but when the sun finally made its way toward the west, it was more bearable. Over the door was a golden lyre with spikes behind it imitating sunlight. It wasn't corroded like Cabin Eleven's caduceus. In front of the porch, the ground was covered in yellow flowers - Marcel only saw them outside and the inside of Cabin Seven, nowhere else. It might be an exclusive part of being Apollo's child.

Marcel was the one who knocked on the oaken door. Percy slightly shuffled on his good leg, a quiet hiss leaving his lips.

Almost immediately the door was opened by a... very short guy with straight black hair and narrow brown eyes. His features reminded Marcel of a musteline.

"What is it?" Michael Yew asked with a scrunched-up face.

Macel raised his arm to show his wrist. "Mind helping us out?"

The short teen scowled at the two, ignoring wonder-filled Tyson behind them, and opened the door wider.

The inside of the cabin was modest. There were bunk beds on either side with a cot in the middle of the cabin for the injured. The only decorations were a few hooks for coats and weapons on the rough cedar beams and on the white plaster walls, as well as flower pots with the same yellow flowers as outside. One flower pot on the windowsill was different from the others - it was bigger and filled with red and purple flowers. Hyacinths, if he correctly recalled Myra telling him. There was a bookshelf at the very end of the cabin, most probably filled with medical literature.

Marcel slightly coughed at the strong smell of clean linen and dried sage. The earthy, herbaceous aroma wasn't one of his favorites. He hoped they dealt with their injuries quickly so he could get back to Hermes cabin, away from any strange smells.

"Sit," Michael said, pointing at the cot.

The two did as told. Marcel noticed from the corner of his eye how Tyson marveled over the yellow flowers. Then, a boy appeared on the other side of the room, shyly shuffling around.