"Wouldn't be Camp Half-Blood if it was peaceful," 1 said.

 

"I guess you're right ... Or maybe the prophecy won't happen for years."

 

"Could be a problem for another generation of demigods," I agreed. "Then we can

kick back and enjoy."

 

She nodded, though she still seemed uneasy. I didn't blame her, but it was hard

to feel too upset on a nice day, with her next to me, knowing that I wasn't

really saying good-bye. We had lots of time.

 

"Race you to the road?" I said.

 

"You are so going to lose." She took off down Half-Blood Hill and I sprinted

after her.

 

For once, I didn't look back.