𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝗝. 𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗘

1.5

THEY HEADED TOWARD A NEWER SET OF CABINS in the southwest corner of the green. Some were intriguing, with glowing walls or blazing torches, but Cabin Fifteen was not so dramatic. lt looked like an old—fashioned prairie house with mud walls and a rush roof. On the door hung a wreath of crimson flowers—red poppies, Irene thought, though she wasn't sure how she knew.

"You think this is my parent's cabin?" Jason asked.

"No," Annabeth said. "This is the cabin for Hypnos, the god of sleep."

"Then why—"

"You've forgotten everything," she said. "If there's any god who can help us figure out memory loss, it's Hypnos."

Inside, even though it was almost dinnertime, three kids were sound asleep under piles of covers. A warm fire crackled in the hearth. Above the mantel hung a tree branch, each twig dripping white liquid into a collection of tin bowls. Irene was tempted to catch a drop on her finger just to see what it was.

Soft violin music played from somewhere. The air smelled like fresh laundry. The cabin was so cozy and peaceful that Irene's eyelids started to feel
heavy. A nap sounded like a great idea. She was exhausted. There were plenty of empty beds, all with feather pillows and fresh sheets and fluffy quilts and
—Annabeth pulled her back into reality—(literally).

"Snap out of it." She tugged on her arm softly, Irene realized she was leaning against the wall

"Cabin Fifteen does that to everyone," Annabeth warned, Irene noticed Jason rubbing his eyes, with a yawn "You ask me, this place is even more dangerous than the Ares cabin. At least with Ares,
you can learn where the land mines are."

"Land mines?"

She walked up to the nearest snoring kid and shook his shoulder. "Clovis! Wake up!"

The kid looked like a baby cow. He had a blond tuft of hair on a wedge-shaped head, with thick features and a thick neck. His body was stocky, but he had spindly little arms as he'd never lifted anything heavier than a pillow.

"Clovis!" Annabeth shook harder, then finally knocked on his forehead about six times.

"Wh-wh-what?" Clovis complained, sitting up and squinting. He yawned hugely, and everyone else yawned too.

"Stop that!" Annabeth said. "We need your help."

"I was sleeping."

"You're always sleeping."

"Good night."

Before he could pass out, Annabeth yanked his pillow off the bed.

"That's not fair," Clovis complained meekly. "Give it back."

"First help," Annabeth said. "Then sleep."

Clovis sighed. His breath smelled like warm milk. "Fine. What?"

Annabeth explained their problem. Every once in a while she'd snap her fingers under Clovis's nose to keep him awake.

Clovis must have been really excited because when Annabeth was done, he didn't pass out. He actually stood and stretched, then blinked at Irene and Jason.

"So you don't remember anything, huh?"

"Just impressions," Irene said. 'Feelings, like....." She sneaked a glance at Jason

"Yes?" Clovis said.

Irene sighed, she couldn't just put her feelings about Jason on blast. "Like I know shouldn't be here. At this camp. I'm in danger."

"Hmm. Close your eyes."

Irene glanced at Annabeth, but she nodded reassuringly.

Irene was afraid she'd end up snoring in one of the bunks forever, Jason gave her a reassuring smile but he didn't look completely sure either. Finally, she closed her eyes. Her thoughts became murky as if she were sinking into a dark lake.