"Chiron!" shouts a camper wearing a bright orange t-shirt, a pair of worn jeans, red converse shoes and a necklace with clay beads, running towards the old centaur teacher.
It was almost two years after the second war against Gaia and her giant sons.
Both demigod camps - Camp Half Blood the Greek and Camp Jupiter the Roman - were still recovering from their losses and mixed up campers.
This camper is one of the older - almost eighteen - and tends to help around both camps with construction and the sort.
"What is it?" says the centaur, drinking a hot cup of tea while listening to his favorite music, which rarely the campers were fond of.
"We got a couple more - one from Scotland, the other from England," replys the camper, "we need to send someone to pick them up."
"hmmm..." says the centaur while stroking his beard.
"All right, then," he decides, "go and take whoever you want and get them here safely and in one piece."
"Oh," says the camper with a smile, "thought you wanted them sent in halves. I'll call it off."
"Very funny, Percy. Now, go!"
