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✦ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ✦

PIPER SOON REALIZED AURORA'S HEART WASN'T IN THE TOUR. She talked about all this amazing stuff the Camp offered— magic archery, pegasus riding, the lava wall, fighting monsters — but she showed no excitement as if her mind were elsewhere.

Meanwhile, Annabeth was trying her hardest to do the opposite, making sure Piper learns all the ins and outs of Camp Half-Blood. She pointed out the open-air dining pavilion that overlooked Long Island Sound. (Yes, Long Island, New York; they'd traveled that far on the chariot.)

Annabeth explained how Camp Half-Blood was mostly a summer camp, but some kids stayed here year-round, and they'd added so many campers it was always crowded now, even in winter.

Piper wondered who ran the Camp, and how they'd known Piper and her friends belonged here. She wondered if she'd have to stay full-time, or if she'd be any good at the activities. Could you flunk out of monster fighting?

A million questions bubbled in her head, but given Aurora's mood and Annabeth's worried face towards her friend, Piper decided to keep quiet.

As they climbed a hill at the edge of Camp, Piper turned and got an amazing view of the valley— a big stretch of woods to the northwest, a beautiful beach, the creek, the canoe lake, lush green fields, and the whole layout of the cabins— a bizarre assortment of buildings arranged like a Greek omega, Ω, with a loop of cabins around a central green, and two wings sticking out the bottom on either side.

Piper counted twenty cabins in all.

One glowed golden, another silver. One had grass on the roof. Another was bright red with barbed wire trenches. One cabin was black with fiery green torches out front. All of it seemed like a different world from the snowy hills and fields outside.

"The valley is protected from mortal eyes," Aurora said. "As you can see, the weather is controlled, too. Each cabin represents a Greek god— a place for that god's children to live."

Aurora looked at Piper like she was trying to judge how Piper was handling the news.

"You're saying Mom was a goddess," asked Piper.

Annabeth nodded. "You're taking this awfully calmly."

Piper couldn't tell her why. She couldn't admit that this just confirmed some weird feelings she'd had for years, arguments she'd had with her father about why there were no photos of Mom in the house, and why Dad would never tell her exactly how or why her mom had left them.

But mostly, the dream had warned her this was coming.

Soon they will find you, demigod, that voice had rumbled. When they do, follow our directions. Cooperate, and your father might live.

Piper took a shaky breath. "I guess after this morning, it's a little easier to believe. So who's my mom?"

"We should know soon," Annabeth said. "You're what— fifteen? Gods are supposed to claim you when you're thirteen. That was the deal."