The cabin's courtyard was oddly silent. Granted, it was the middle of the night. David set his backpack at his feet, taking his time to look at the sprawling cabins in the flickering torchlight. The buildings had expanded over the years as more and more deities were added under the supervision of Percy Jackson. It was an important, but endless endeavour. Even now, six years after the Second Titan War, the project wasn't complete.
David rarely came at this time of year - usually he was at uni in New Rome, on the other side of the country, with his boyfriend - but now that the two had broken up and he was taking a semester at Columbia to get away from everything, he felt like a trip to Camp Half-Blood was in order
It had always been his home, this crazy mythological training precinct. It was where his strongest friendships were forged, where he'd had his first kiss, where he had learned and fought and won and lost. There was a sort of connection to this place, that was even stronger than the time he'd visited the Parthenon in Nashville. And for something to feel stronger than a temple to your own godly mother... that's something.
David rarely came at this time of year - usually he was at uni in New Rome, on the other side of the country, with his boyfriend - but now that the two had broken up and he was taking a semester at Columbia to get away from everything, he felt like a trip to Camp Half-Blood was in order
It had always been his home, this crazy mythological training precinct. It was where his strongest friendships were forged, where he'd had his first kiss, where he had learned and fought and won and lost. There was a sort of connection to this place, that was even stronger than the time he'd visited the Parthenon in Nashville. And for something to feel stronger than a temple to your own godly mother... that's something.