Daughter of the Sea || HoO

CHAPTER THREE

They headed toward a newer wing of cabins in the southwest corner of the green. Some were fancy, with glowing walls or blazing torches, but Cabin Fifteen was not so dramatic. It 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.

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

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

"Then why—"

"You've forgotten everything," Annabeth 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. Jason started to reach his hand out to catch a drop on his finger, but Tori grabbed it before he could touch the liquid. She shook her head as warning.

Soft violin music played from somewhere. The air smelled like fresh laundry. The cabin was so cozy and peaceful that Jason's eyelids started to feel heavy. Tori elbowed him. "Snap out of it."

Jason blinked. He realized his knees had been starting to buckle.

"Cabin Fifteen does that to everyone," Annabeth warned.

"If 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?" Jason asked

"Yeah they started telling us a couple years ago, because me and a couple friends accidentally blew up the cabin." Tori said and Jason gave her a disbelieving look.

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

Clovis 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 like 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, which made Annabeth, Tori, and Jason 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? Tori do you need a stronger sleeping medicine, I know you said that you're still getting night terrors."

Tori rubbed her arms in embarrassment. Demigods getting nightmares is nothing new, but they're normally visions of what's going on around them. Tori kept getting flashbacks from the war, which lead to many nights we're she would wake up screaming. Normally Percy was there to comfort his little sister, but with him missing the past few nights have been the worst.
"No Clovis, I'm okay we're here to help Jason," Tori said.

Annabeth explained about Jason's 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 Jason. "So you don't remember anything, huh?"