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"This is Quintus, our new swordsman. While, Mr. D is away I will be resuming his place as Camp Director while Quintus will act like an activities director." Chiron said.

They were all having dinner, seemingly avoiding the ten-foot scar along the patio. Castor and Pollux looked at it like, Oh wow, would you look at that!

Mirren was handed a plate of burger with french fries on the side and a bundle of fruits and vegetables on the side. Knowing camp, she knew the french fries wouldn't be as tasty as it was from McDonalds. Camp Half-Blood, making junk food healthy since the Golden Age.

She stood up, grabbing her plate as well as Castor's hand. Castor pulled Pollux and they walked to the fireplace, the first one to. Before, a very nervous looking satyr cuts in line.

"Hey!" Mirren exclaimed, "We were here first."

"Sorry, I-I just need a little help from the gods. I have a trial tomorrow and Mr. D isn't here. Gods, I'm gonna be a puppeteir!" he said, tripping on every word.

"Calm down?" she said, more of a question. "What do you mean about a trial?"

"Yo, get on with it. I want to eat!" One of the campers yelled from behind.

She noticed Castor and Pollux were long gone to their table, probably trying to give Mirren space. She scraped off all of her very healthy looking french fries to the hearth. She mumbled a small Dionysus and tugged the satyr down to her table.

"So, about this trial?" she asked, sitting down next to the satyr. "Wait, what's your name?"

"Grover, right?" Pollux said. "He's one of dad's most favorables."

"Yes, and the trial for me finding Pan! The council thinks I'm spitting out junk about Pan and how I felt that sign he gave me."

The satyr seemed like he needed to pee 24/7 because of his nervousness. "Why are you worried that my dad isn't here?"

''Oh, I know this one!" Castor said, "He's an honorary member of the Council of Cloven Elders."

"Is that a group of judge-y satyrs?" Mirren asked.

"Practically," Pollux retorted.

Her hands swooped up the burger, taking up a huge bite as the tomatoes fell down to the plate. She grabbed her goblet for a sip of water, but she no drop of water entered her mouth.

"Cold water," Mirren choked out.

The goblet filled it self with cold water and she gulped it down.

"That was hilarious," Castor said, while Pollux had his elbow covering his mouh from bursting out.

"How could you find that funny?" Mirren said. "I was in pain!"

"I'm sure the Apollo cabin wouldn't mind giving you the Heimlich." Castor replied.

"Hey, Violet!"

Clarisse's voice now a normal occurrence to her.

"You have mythology lessons with Annabeth and then I'll tell you all I know about the Labyrinth."

Clarisse apparently didn't know what subtle meant because Grover didn't seem to appreciate her booming voice.

"This occasion has been cut short, sorry guys."

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"And those are the Nine Muses."

Annabeth concluded the lesson with a bang, literally. Her thoughts seemed to be clouded as she knocked over the set of ancient looking bronze swords. She pulled the presentation up and exited the room, as if she needed a full eight hours sleep.