Zeus demanded that I be as thorough as possible when recounting my tale, and since he was watching my journey all the way from Olympus, it means I won’t be able to pretend this part of my trials didn’t happen. Perhaps I can at least convince him to take the first of my embarrassing incidents out, since it didn’t happen during a pivotal moment.
Anyways, where was I? Oh, yes, I had just recently arrived at Camp Half-Blood, just after being cast out from my home and having my powers stripped.
So… Leo was stranded- no two ways about it. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, there was an annoying (but stunning) chick on this island with him. Okay, maybe describing her as a “chick” was sort of understating it. The girl was Calypso, one of the daughters of the Titan Atlas. The last time someone had landed on her island, it was Percy Jackson, (Way to set an impossible standard, dude.) whom Calypso had fallen for. Unfortunately, Percy had left to return to Camp Half-Blood for the war against K
The bus hit a bump in the road, not helping the awkward tension in the air. We were travelling on a bus to Maine. In particular, a resort town called Bar Harbor. We had received a message from Grover saying that he had found two half-bloods living in a nearby boarding school.
What made it awkward was that there was a newcomer on our team. Well, not a newcomer, but a newcomer for me . You see, six years ago, Thalia was nearly killed trying to get to Camp Half-Blood. (Camp dedicated to raisi
