Chapter 22

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It took them all night to make it back to Camp

Halfblood because of a violent storm, but they managed to stay alive.

Chiron was waiting for them.

The quest had taken Kaytrin, Sam, and London three whole days to complete. Chiron looked drained and tired.

"We have the cornucopia. Where is Tyche?" Kaytrin asked him.

"At your cabin, Kaytrin. You must hurry." He caught sight of her bad arm. "Come to the infirmary as soon as Tyche gets her cornucopia back. We need to treat that arm of yours."

"Yes, sir," they said, and ran of down toward the Tyche cabin.

They found the goddess pacing in her cabin, the walls and furniture all torn and damaged. The color seemed to be leached out of the room, and Tyche had wild, bloodshot eyes.

"Mom! We have your cornucopia," Kaytrin said, and knelt in front of her, holding up the horn of plenty.

"Yessssss," the goddess said, hugging it tightly. The color slowly started returning to the room, and the furniture and walls repaired itself.

Soon the room looked brand new, and sparkly clean.

"Oh, good," Chiron said, appearing in the doorway. "My wonderful goddess Tyche, are you happy now?"

Tyche turned to Kaytrin. "Thank you. You have restored my sanity, and this Camp's luck. You will be the luckiest demigod on this earth from now on."

"Thanks, Mom. Uh, London also helped me. And Sam too."

"They will also have extra luck. This Camp will forever have my luck. Goodbye, little heros," Tyche said and disappeared in a shower of golden drachmas.

Kaytrin jolted with surprise. She never considered herself a hero. She looked at London and Sam, and they both looked as surprised as she felt.

"Kaytrin, let's see what we can do about your arm," Chiron said. 

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