𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕒𝕣||HoO

𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐗

MAISIE DIDN'T remember much about the rest of the night. They told their story and answered a million questions from the other campers(and the others sometimes had to answer Maisie's questions for the parts she'd been unconscious), but finally Chiron saw how tired they were and ordered them to bed.

It felt so good to sleep on a real mattress, and even though Maisie had more energy than she had since she came back from the dead, she crashed immediately.

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The next morning she woke up in her bunk, the sun barely peaking through her window. Maisie had missed camp. She always missed camp when she went on quests. It was her home.

"How're you feeling?" Will asked, sitting down on her bed next to her.

"I'm fine," Maisie assured him. "You can stop asking."

Will laughed, "I'm just worried. When you left you were dying, and I was worried you wouldn't..."

"I know," Maisie assured her brother. "But I'm back. And I'm not leaving any time soon."

Will smiled, and pulled his sister into a hug. Maisie hugged him back and couldn't help but smile. It felt so good to be home.

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That afternoon, after a couple of hours camp activities, Maisie finally had some free time. As she walked around camp she saw the Ares kids lining their cabin with fresh barbed wire. The Hypnos cabin was snoring away. Over at the camp store the Hermes kids were putting up a sign that read: flying shoes, slightly used, 50% off today! At the basketball courts, a couple of Demeter girls playing tricks on two of her brothers - making grass grow around their ankles as they shot baskets. Sitting on the bench a few feet away, Jason and Piper were talking. The rest of the Aphrodite kids were watching them, and Maisie chuckled as she watched them exchange money.

Maisie stopped at Cabin 3. Percy and Lina's cabin. She knew there wasn't going to be anything in there about their disappearance, but she opened the door and went inside.

Inside the cabin, there are six bed which look like they haven't bee used in years, while two looked like they had just been slept in. Maisie sat down on the nearest one, which had a picture of her and Lina hanging on the wall behind it. The bed wasn't made. If Maisie didn't know any better she would have assumed Lina had slept in it last night.

Maisie noticed something peaking out from underneath the pillow, and grabbed it. It was an old black notebook. The spine was cracked from use and every one of the pages were filled.

As she flipped through she was shocked by how amazing they were. Even some of the ones that seemed like they were just sketches were incredibly realistic. Every sketch had a date by it, and some had the initials CJ. The first was 12/25/88 and the last was 4/5/92. The last drawing was of a man who looked similar to Lina. He also sort of looked like Boreas. Maisie guessed this was her girlfriend's father, Zephyrus.

She had never met the god of the west wind before. He had dark curly hair and a warm smile. Flowers were in his hair, as if they had grown there.

Maisie had no idea who this sketchbook, but whoever they were, they were an amazing artist.

Maisie lifted the pillow and found two more sketchbooks. One was made of worn dark blue leather, while the other was gray and seemed newer.

Maisie opened the blue one first . The drawings were similar, and picked up where the first one had left off: 4/6/92. This one had pictures of the same man, but from different angles.

As Maisie flipped through the drawings - many of which were of Zephyrus - she guessed this had belonged to Lina's mother.

Lina had never talked much about her mother. All Maisie knew was she was Sally Jackson's sister and she had died when Lina was six. And now she knew she was an artist.