I didn't have anything against cardboard, so I tried one. Annabeth passed. We

promised to see Silena later and kept going.

 

As we crossed the commons area, a fight broke out between the Ares and Apollo

cabins. Some Apollo campers armed with firebombs flew over the Ares cabin in a

chariot pulled by two pegasi. I'd never seen the chariot before, but it looked

like a pretty sweet ride. Soon, the roof of the Ares cabin was burning, and

naiads from the canoe lake rushed over to blow water on it.

 

Then the Ares campers called down a curse, and all the Apollo kids' arrows

turned to rubber. The Apollo kids kept shooting at the Ares kids, but the arrows

bounced off.

 

Two archers ran by, chased by an angry Ares kid who was yelling in poetry:

"Curse me, eh? I'll make you pay! / 1 don't want to rhyme all day!"

 

Annabeth sighed. "Not that again. Last time Apollo cursed a cabin, it took a

week for the rhyming couplets to wear off."

 

I shuddered. Apollo was god of poetry as well as archery, and I'd heard him

recite in person. I'd almost rather yet shot by an arrow.

 

"What are they fighting about anyway?" I asked.