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" Go ," Chiron said . " You will meet him at the pavilion . I will contact your mother , Percy , and let her know you ' re safe . No doubt she ' ll be worried by now . Just remember my warning ! You are in grave danger . Do not think for a moment that the titan lord has forgotten you !"
With that , he clopped out of the apartment and down the hall , Tyson calling after him , " Pony ! Don ' t go !"
I realized I ' d forgotten to tell Chiron about my dream of Grover . Now it was too late . The best teacher I ' d ever had was gone , maybe for good .
Tyson started bawling almost as bad as Annabeth . I tried to tell them that things would be okay , but I didn ' t believe it .
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The sun was setting behind the dining pavilion as the campers came up from their cabins . We stood in the shadow of a marble column and watched them file in . Annabeth was still pretty shaken up , but she promised she ' d talk to us later . Then she went off to join her siblings from the Athena cabin — a dozen boys and girls with blond hair and gray eyes like hers . Annabeth wasn ' t the oldest , but she ' d been at camp more summers than just about anybody . You could tell that by looking at her camp necklace — one bead for every summer , and Annabeth had six . No one questioned her right to lead the line .
Next came Clarisse , leading the Ares cabin . She had one arm in a sling and a nasty-looking gash on her cheek , but otherwise her encounter with the bronze bulls didn ' t seem to have fazed her . Someone had taped a piece of paper to her back that said , YOU MOO , GIRL ! But nobody in her cabin was bothering to tell her about it .
After the Ares kids came the Hephaestus cabin — six guys led by Charles Beckendorf , a big fifteen-year-old African American kid . He had hands the size of catchers ' mitts and a face that was hard and squinty from looking into a blacksmiths forge all day . He was nice enough once you got to know him , but no one ever called him Charlie or Chuck or Charles . Most just called him Beckendorf . Rumor was he could make anything . Give him a chunk of metal and he could create a razor-sharp sword or a robotic warrior or a singing birdbath for your grandmother ' s garden . Whatever you wanted .
The other cabins filed in : Demeter , Apollo , Aphrodite , Dionysus . Naiads came up from the canoe lake . Dryads melted out of the trees . From the meadow came a dozen satyrs , who reminded me painfully of Grover .
I ' d always had a soft spot for the satyrs . When they were at camp , they had to do all kinds of odd jobs for Mr . D , the director , but their most important work was out in the real world . They were the camp ' s seekers . They went undercover into schools all over the world , looking for potential halfbloods and escorting them back to camp . That ' s how I ' d met Grover . He had been the first one to recognize I was a demigod .
After the satyrs filed in to dinner , the Hermes cabin brought up the rear . They were always the biggest cabin . Last summer , it had been led by Luke , the guy who ' d fought with Thalia and Annabeth on top of Half-Blood Hill . For a while , before Poseidon had claimed me , I ' d lodged in the Hermes cabin . Luke had befriended me ... and then he ' d tried to kill me .
Now the Hermes cabin was led by Travis and Connor Stoll . They weren ' t twins , but they looked so much alike it didn ' t matter . I could never remember which one was older . They were both tall and skinny , with mops of brown hair that hung in their eyes . They wore orange CAMP HALF- BLOOD T-shirts untucked over baggy shorts , and they had those elfish features all Hermes ' s kids had : upturned eyebrows , sarcastic smiles , a gleam in their eyes whenever they looked at you — like they were about to drop a firecracker down your shirt . I ' d always thought it was funny that the god of thieves would have kids with the last name " Stoll ," but the only time I mentioned it to Travis and Connor , they both stared at me blankly like they didn ' t get the joke .
As soon as the last campers had filed in , I led Tyson into the middle of the pavilion .
Conversations faltered . Heads turned . " Who invited that ?" somebody at the Apollo table murmured . I glared in their direction , but I couldn ' t figure out who ' d spoken . From the head table a familiar voice drawled , " Well , well , if it isn ' t Peter Johnson . My millennium is complete ." I gritted my teeth . " Percy Jackson ... sir ."