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BOOK TWO OF THREE !!!
Mitchell didn't expect to wake up from a nightmare, only to find himself in a real one. When he finds Percy's bed empty in the middle of the night, he freaks out.
Mitchell will do whatever it tak...
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ON THE CENTRAL GREEN, A GROUP OF campers were playing basketball. They were incredible shots. Nothing bounced off the rim. Three-pointers went in automatically.
"Apollo's cabin," Mitchell explained. "Bunch of showoffs with missile weapons—arrows, basketballs."
They walked past a central fire pit, where two guys were hacking at each other with swords.
"Real blades?" Piper noted. "Isn't that dangerous?"
"That's sort of the point," Mitchell said. "Uh, sorry. Bad pun. That's my cabin over there. Number zero." He nodded to a golden building with a carved laurel wreath and two wings sticking out of the side over the door.
Through the open doorway, Piper could see at least hundreds of trophies, medals and ribbons. All owning the number one or being blue.
"Speaking of blades," Mitchell said, "come here."
He led Piper around the side of the cabin, to a big metal shed that looked like it was meant for gardening tools. Mitchell unlocked it, and inside were not gardening tools, unless you wanted to make war on your tomato plants. The shed was lined with all sorts of weapons—from swords to spears to clubs like Coach Hedge's.
"Every demigod needs a weapon," Mitchell said. "Hephaestus makes the best, but we have a pretty good selection, too. Athena's all about strategy—matching the right weapon to the right person. Let's see . . ."
Piper didn't feel much like shopping for deadly objects, but she knew Mitchell was trying to do something nice for her. He handed her a massive sword, which Piper could hardly lift.
"No," they both said at once.
Mitchell rummaged a little farther in the shed and brought out something else.
"A shotgun?" Piper asked.
"Mossberg 500." Mitchell checked the pump action like it was no big deal. Piper couldn't help but ogle at the way his arms flexed and his veins bulged. "Don't worry. It doesn't hurt humans. It's modified to shoot Celestial bronze, so it only kills monsters."
"Um, I don't think that's my style," Piper said.
"Mmm, yeah," Mitchell agreed. "Too flashy."
He put the shotgun back and started poking through a rack of crossbows when something in the corner of the shed caught Piper's eye.
"What is that?" she said. "A knife?"
Mitchell dug it out and blew the dust off the scabbard. It looked like it hadn't seen the light of day in centuries. "I don't know, Piper." He sounded uneasy. "I don't think you want this one. Swords are usually better."
