was Annabeth's turn for inspection. My morning chore was to sort through reports

for Chiron. But since we both hated our jobs, we decided to do them together so

it wouldn't be so heinous.

 

We started at the Poseidon cabin, which was basically just me. I'd made my bunk

bed that morning (well, sort of) and straightened the Minotaur horn on the wall,

so I gave myself a four out of five.

 

Annabeth made a face. "You're being generous." She used the end of her pencil to

pick up an old pair of running shorts.

 

I snatched them away. "Hey, give me a break. I don't have Tyson cleaning up

after me this summer."

 

"Three out of five," Annabeth said. I knew better than to argue, so we moved

along.

 

I tried to skim through Chiron's stack of reports as we walked. There were

messages from demigods, nature spirits, and satyrs all around the country,

writing about the latest monster activity. They were pretty depressing, and my

ADHD brain did not like concentrating on depressing stuff.

 

Little battles were raging everywhere. Camp recruitment was down to zero. Satyrs

were having trouble finding new demigods and bringing them to Half-Blood Hill

because so many monsters were roaming the country. Our friend Thalia, who led