Hello, little midgets! Here is an actual chapter. That's right. An actual chapter.

I have nothing to say today so I will say this:

YABADABABONKYSHNUBOBLALALABABINSHNE.

READ ON, MY LITTLE MIDGETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Percy POV

The mood of the camp was sullen. The whole camp knew about our failed quest, since the Aphrodite Cabin spreads news like wildfire. Everyone looked at us weirdly, since we had never failed a quest before. Except for the time we had to go through the Labyrinth.

I left Bob and Damasen and went to my table. There, I filled my plate with blue waffles and got a glass of orange juice and brought my plate back to where Bob and Damasen were sitting.

"Hello, again," I said, smiling. Annabeth made her way there and sat next to me. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Hello, Wise Girl." She smiled and murmured, "Hello, Seaweed Brain."

Bob said, "Hello, Percy Friend! Hello, Annabeth Friend!" On his shoulder, Small Bob purred and rattled some stones around us.

Damasen nodded at us. We talked for a little bit about how different things are in the mortal world, and the two children of Gaea glanced up at the rising sun every so often, as if to make sure it wouldn't go away. Damasen asked how many drakons we killed. Hermione blushed at that.

Our friends came over, and we introduced them to each other. They were sorta overly friendly, but I guess you can't blame them.

We went to our classes, and Bob and Damasen accompanied us. The Athena and Hephaestus Cabins didn't participate, as they had to build Bob and Damasens' house.

Pretty much the whole day was normal, except for the fact that we could now see a house the size of a small skyscraper. How they managed to build it in one day, I have no idea.

Then Chiron stamped his hoof at the campfire sing-along. "Heroes!" he announced, "We have sent some Hermes campers to spy on Sylvia, and before you ask, the Hecate campers and the satyrs make quite a team for trackers. We have learned the war shall come in about four weeks!"

Everyone groaned. Some of them said, "Four wars. Really?" While I just banged my head against the table surface. Now I seriously think that the Fates are spinning our lives with barbed wire. No normal demigod would have to go through four wars in two years.

The mood became even more glum over the next few days. Even Leo couldn't cheer the camp up. The "dam" joke couldn't cheer up the ones who knew it. Only Bob could make people laugh, when he gave Drew a hug and her face turned crimson and screwed up. Her makeup caked face just looked so funny, no one couldn't laugh. Then Rachel Drew a picture of how Octavian would look if he was hugged like that, and everyone was rolling on the floor.

But still, it seemed like a cloud had covered the camp.
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-da dam author