A Hero Was Born: Chapter Thirty-Two

The outer field of the burnt forest lay on the ground, scattered. The group of five looked upon the now destroyed Camp Demi-god. The site reminded Phillip uncomfortably about the Camp Half-Blood massacre. Only now, it was his home that lay in ruins. Lost. Even Wake couldn't help feeling as if he had lost something - like an old friend. They watched as a pole, rustled by the wind, landed on Malisa's feet. She picked it up. On the pole, the tattered flag of Camp Demi-god lay wounded - if flags could act that way. Wake felt as if the Battle of the Alamo had been reenacted

"There is only one thing we can do about this," Chiron said.

"Move on?" Wake's voice had broken the three minute silence that followed Chiron's statement. Wake himself wasn't sure what to do. But deep down inside of him, he knew that the only way to end all o this slaughter was to move on. He began walking in the opposite diretion, where the forest lay. He looked back. Even Chiron wasn't moving.

"Well?" Wake asked. No one moved - until Phillip took a step forward. He walked until he came face to face with Wake. He Held-out his hand.

"Let's go kick some Olympian butt." Wake shook his hand. And everyone started to follow Wake. ''It's war. ''He thought as he left the ruins of yet another senseless massacre. Let the fights begin.