Lanson Gate Journal Entry 01

Journal Entry 01
Dear Journal. Wait, that sounds kind of awkward. Sup, Journal. Yah, that sounds better. So anyway, journal, I’m at Camp Half-Blood now. We passed this awesome looking dragon heading into the Camp. It was wrapped around this Pine Tree that housed the actual Golden Fleece. Weird, it kept staring at me. No, not the fleece I mean. The dragon. What was its name again? Oh, yah, Peleus.

I met a lot of famous campers and satyrs, and even this centaur dude named Chiron. He told me to go live in one of the Undetermined Cabins. Yep, that’s right. I’m still haven’t been claimed yet. My friends told me to not worry about it, but c’mon! That just makes me worry even more.

Marie is living in the Boreas Cabin learning about her father and how to control her much undeveloped ice powers. At least she’s happy. I think it’s cool that there’s a cabin for all the gods, so that no one feels left out. And just too think. One of those jerks or jerkettes is my godly parent. Uh Oh. Thunder just rumbled. I TAKE IT BACK!!!

I’m still troubled over what the Gray Sisters told me, about me making some kind of sacrifice... I don't like the sound of that at all. That doesn’t sound like a good thing at all. I’ve also been carrying that silver drachma everywhere I go. And me breathing fire… I stole some books from the Athena Cabin (Hey, maybe Hermes is my dad!) and spent all night reading them. No God has ever breathed fire. But a few monsters can. Was that what I was? A monster? I hope not.

Night Journal, see you later.

L. G. Lanson Gate

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