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60.33% Reincarnated as a dragon egg in DxD with a Fate System! / Chapter 178: Camp Half-Blood

Chapter 178: Camp Half-Blood

(So, here is some description of Camp Half-Blood for those who hadn't read Percy Jackson novels)

(This information come from https://riordan.fandom.com/wiki/Camp_Half-Blood)

(Be careful, this contains spoilers for those who want to read the original novels. Still, I recommend it to understand more about what is going to happen in the next chapters. I'm not going to write it because it is a lot of information and it may be annoying for most of you. I'm only going to write here the most important things)

Camp Half-Blood is a Greek demigod training facility located on the north shore of Long Island. The camp is directed by the god Dionysus, who the campers call "Mr. D," and Chiron, a Centaur who is the activities director. It is also the Greek counterpart of Camp Jupiter, a Roman camp in San Francisco, California.

The camp has magical borders which are enforced by the Golden Fleece, retrieved by the satyr Grover Underwood, the Cyclops Tyson, and demigods Percy Jackson, Clarisse La Rue, and Annabeth Chase. Stolen from Polyphemus' island, it was placed on Thalia's pine tree, ensuring that no monster could get into camp. The Fleece stays on the tree, guarded by the dragon Peleus, its magical powers protecting the camp from monsters and invaders.

The camp is described as being the only safe place for half-bloods, although in The Heroes of Olympus series it is revealed that there is a similar camp for Roman demigods – Camp Jupiter, located in San Francisco.

The half-bloods live in cabins (one for each of the twelve Olympians; later, many more cabins were added for minor gods and goddesses after Percy's request in The Last Olympian), and eat at the dining pavilion. There is also an archery field, a sword-fighting arena, a climbing wall with lava for training, an amphitheatre, stables, an armoury, and the Big House.

The camp's cover name is Delphi Strawberry Service, a reference to the name of the Oracle of Delphi.

(There is more important information about this camp, but it is up to you if you want to know about it.)

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Drako had never been in Camp Half-Blood, so Percy had to explain a lot of things to him.

See, the camp has the ultimate magic climate control. Nothing gets inside the borders unless the director, Mr D (who is the god Dionysus), wants it to. Even Percy thought it would be warm and sunny, but instead, the snow had been allowed to fall lightly. Frost covered the chariot track and the strawberry fields.

The cabins were decorated with tiny lights, like Christmas lights, except they seemed to be balls of a real fire. More lights glowed in the woods, and weirdest of all, a flame flickered in the attic window of the Big House, where the Oracle dwelt, imprisoned in an old mummified body. Drako wondered if the spirit of Delphi was roasting marshmallows up there or something.

"Whoa," Nico said as he climbed off the bus. "Is that a climbing wall?"

"Yeah," Percy said.

"Why is there lava pouring down it?"

"Little extra challenge. Come on. I'll introduce you to Chiron. Zoë, have you met—"

"I know Chiron," Zoë said stiffly. "Tell him we will be in Cabin Eight. Hunters, follow me."

When she said Hunters, she wasn't talking about Drako. He knew it, and he knew that he wasn't going to reside in the same cabin as them.

"I'll show you the way," Grover offered.

"We know the way."

"Oh, really, it's no trouble. It's easy to get lost here if you don't—" he tripped over a canoe and came up still talking—"like my old daddy goat used to say! Come on!"

Zoë rolled her eyes, but Drako guesses she figured there was no getting rid of Grover. The Hunters shouldered their packs and their bows and headed off toward the cabins. As Bianca di Angelo was leaving, she leaned over and whispered something in her brother's ear. She looked at him for an answer, but Nico just scowled and turned away.

"Take care, sweethearts!" Apollo called after the Hunters. He winked at Percy. "Watch out for those prophecies, Drako. I'll see you soon."

"What do you mean?"

Instead of answering, he hopped back in the bus. "Later, Thalia," he called. "And, uh, be good!"

He looked at Drako with an identifiable look. He gave a mysterious smile when he spoke, "Be careful, your presence here is significant to us. Even my vision of prophecy becomes cloudy when you get involved."

He then turned again to look at Thalia. He gave her a wicked smile as if he knew something she didn't. Then he closed the doors and revved the engine. They turned aside as the sun chariot took off in a blast of heat. When they looked back, the lake was steaming. A red Maserati soared over the woods, glowing brighter and climbing higher until it disappeared in a ray of sunlight.

Nico was still looking grumpy. Drako wondered what his sister had told him.

"Who's Chiron?" he asked. "I don't have his figurine."

"Our activities director," Percy said. "He's—"

"A centaur," Drako interrupted. "The one who has taught the greatest number of heroes, one of the best teachers of all times. His legend is well known."

"If those Hunter girls don't like him," Nico grumbled, "that's good enough for me. Let's go."

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Drako was surprised when he realized how empty the camp was. But soon he understood why it was like that. Most half-bloods only trained during summer. Just the year-rounders would be here—the ones who didn't have homes to go, or would get attacked by monster too much if they left.

But there didn't even seem to be many of them, either.

The Big House was decorated with strings of red and yellow fireballs that warmed the porch but didn't seem to catch anything on fire. Inside. Flames crackled in the hearth. The air smelled like hot chocolate.

Drako spotted a guy who was radiating divinity, Mr D, and a centaur, Chiron, playing a quiet game of cards in the parlour.

Chiron looked like a middle-aged man from waist up, with thinning brown hair, bushy eyebrows, intense brown eyes and a scruffy beard. His lower half is that of a white stallion.

He wore a fuzzy sweater with a hoofprint design on it, and he had a blanket on his lap that almost hid his wheelchair completely.

Dionysus, also known as Mr. D, is the Greek god of grape harvest, wine, madness, parties, religious ecstasy, and theatre. He also serves as the camp director of Camp Half-Blood, having been placed there by his father Zeus as punishment for chasing after an off-limits nymph.

Dionysus has a chubby face, a red nose and curly hair so black, it looks purple. He has watery, blue, bloodshot eyes from drinking. Although it was winter, he had a tiger-striped Hawaiin shirt. Anyone can tell he's no stranger to wine just by looking at him. However, Drako didn't think that this was his true appearance.

Chiron smiles when he saw them. "Percy! Thalia! Ah, and these boys must be—"

"Nico di Angelo," Percy said. "He and his sister are half-bloods. The other one is Drako, one of the Hunters."

Chiron's and Dionysus's eyes opened wide, but then they relaxed and put on a face of understanding.

Chiron looked at Nico and breathed a sigh of relief. "You succeeded, then."

"Well…"

His smile melted. "What's wrong? And where is Annabeth?"

"Oh, dear," Dionysus said in a bored voice, "Not another one lost."

Drako had been trying not to pay attention to Dionysus, but he was kind of hard to ignore in his neon orange leopard-skin warm-up suit and his purple running shoes. (Like Dionysus had ever run a day in his immortal life.) A golden laurel wreath was tilted sideways on his curly black hair, which must've meant he'd won the last hand of cards.

"What do you mean?" Thalia asked. "Who else is lost?"

Just then, Grover trotted into the room, grinning like crazy. He had a black eye and red lines on his face that looked like a slap mark. "The Hunters are all moved in!"

Chiron frowned and looked towards Drako. "The Hunters, eh? I see, we have much to talk about."

He glanced at Nico.

"Grover, perhaps you should take our young friend to the den and show him our orientation film."

"But… Oh, right. Yes, sir."

"Orientation film?" Nico asked. "Is it G or PG? `Cause Bianca is kinda strict—"

"It's PG-13," Grover said.

"Cool!" Nico happily followed him out of the room.

"Now," Chiron said to the rest of them, "perhaps you three should sit down and tell us the whole story."

.........…

When they were done, Chiron turned to Dionysus. "We should launch a search for Annabeth immediately."

"I'll go," Thalia and Percy said at the same time.

Dionysus sniffed. "Certainly not!"

Thalia and Percy started complaining, but Dionysus held up his hand. He had an angry purplish fire in his eyes which probably meant something bad or godly was going to happen if they didn't shut up.

"From what you've told me," Dionysus said, "we have broken even on this escapade. We have ah, regrettably lost Annie Bell—"

"Annabeth," Percy snapped. She'd gone to camp since she was seven, and still, Dionysus pretended no to know her name.

"Yes, yes," he said. "And you procured a small annoying boy to replace her. So, I see no point risking further half-bloods on a ridiculous rescue. The possibility is very great that this Annie girl is dead."

Even Drako wanted to strangle this god right now. A girl who should have been in his care had disappeared, but he still had this same shitty attitude.

"Annabeth may be alive," Chiron said, but Drako could tell he was having trouble sounding up-beat.

He'd practically raised Annabeth all those years she was a year-round camper before she'd given living with her dad and stepmom a second try. "She's very bright. If… if our enemies have her, she will try to play for time. She may even pretend to cooperate."

"That's right," Thalia said. "Luke would want her alive."

Luke… Drako remembered that Thalia had mentioned him before. He was one of her friends that scape 7 years ago, one of those she died to protect.

Now, it seems that… Luke is an enemy?

Drako still didn't understand well what is the situation here, so he just keeps quiet and learn the story with the little details coming from here and there.

"In which case," said Dionysus, "I'm afraid she will have to be smart enough to escape on her own."

Percy got up from the table.

"Percy." Chiron's tone was full of warning.

Percy knew that Dionysus was not somebody to mess with. But right now, he didn't care.

"You're glad to lose another camper," He said. "You'd like it if we all disappeared!"

Dionysus stifled a yawn. "You have a point?"

"Yeah," he growled. "Just because you were sent here as a punishment doesn't mean you have to be a lazy jerk! This is your civilization, too. Maybe you could try helping out a little!"

For a second, there was no sound except the crackle of the fire. The light reflected in Dionysus's eyes, giving him a sinister look. He opened his mouth to say something—probably a curse—when Nico burst into the room, followed by Grover.

"SO COOL!" Nico yelled, holding his hands out to Chiron. "You're… you're a centaur!"

Chiron managed a nervous smile. "Yes, Mr. di Angelo, if you please. Though, I prefer to stay in human form in this wheelchair for, ah, first encounters."

"And, whoa!" He looked at Dionysus. "You're the wine dude? No way!"

Dionysus turned his eyes away from Percy and gave Nico a look of loathing. "The wine dude?"

"Dionysus, right? Oh, wow! I've got your figurine."

"My figurine?"

"In my game, Mythomagic. And a holofoil card, too! And even you've only got like five hundred attack points, and everybody thinks you're the lamest god card, I totally think your powers are sweet!"

"Ah." Dionysus seemed truly perplexed, which probably saved Percy's life. "Well, that's… gratify-ing."

"Percy," Chiron said quickly, "you and Thalia go down to the cabins. Inform the campers we'll be playing capture the flag tomorrow evening."

"Capture the flag?" He asked. "But we don't have enough—"

"It's a tradition," Chiron said. "A friendly match, whenever the Hunters visit."

"Yeah," Thalia muttered. "I bet it's really friendly.��

Chiron jerked his head toward Dionysus, who was still frowning as Nico talked about how many defences points all the gods had in his game. "Run along now," Chiron told them.

"Oh, right," Thalia said. "Come on, boys."

"Oh, dragon," Chiron directed his first words to Drako. "I would like to talk with you alone later, if you don't mind."

Drako nodded his head and followed the two demigods.

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I love naïve Nico, he is so lovely. And I love even more his development on the novels. He is, for me, the best-designed character of this series.

Does who have read the novels, do you agree with me? Don't be shy and give me your thoughts. 😉


Chapter 179: Greek Civil War?

"Percy, what are you thinking? You've already got Ares on your bad side," Thalia reminded to Percy as they trudged toward the cabins. "You need another immortal enemy?"

"Wait," Drako said. "You are Ares' enemy?"

Percy's face went dark. He sighed and explained to Drako. "Yeah, last year, my first summer as a camper, I'd gotten in a fight with Ares, and now he and all his children wanted to kill me. I didn't need to make Dionysus mad, too."

He looked at Thalia and said, "Sorry. I couldn't help it. It's just so unfair."

She stopped by the armoury and looked out across the valley, toward the top of Half-Blood Hill. Her pine tree was still there, the Golden Fleece glittering in its lowest branch. The tree's magic always protected the borders of the camp, but it no longer used Thalia's spirit for power.

"Percy, everything is unfair," Thalia muttered. "Sometimes I wish…"

She didn't finish, but her tone was so sad that Drako felt sorry for her.

Finally, Drako couldn't take it anymore. He put one hand on both of their heads, which were much shorter than he was (Percy was 14 and Thalia was physically almost 16).

"We'll get Annabeth back," Drako promised. "Even if I don't know her, I will help you. It's just that… I don't know how yet."

They looked at Drako in surprise, and they flashed a sad little smile.

Percy seemed to have gained some encouragement from Drako's words. "Yes, we'll get Annabeth back."

"First, I found out that Luke is lost," Thalia said. "Now Annabeth—"

"Don't think like that."

"You're right." She straightened up. "We'll find a way."

Over at the basketball court, a few of the Hunters were shooting hoops. One of them was arguing with a guy from the Ares cabin. The Ares kid had his hand on his sword, and the Hunter girl looked like she was going to exchange her basketball for a bow and arrow at any second.

"I'll break that up," Thalia said. "You circulate around the cabins. Tell everybody about capture the flag tomorrow."

"All right. I'm going to face you two tomorrow." Percy said.

"Yeah, good luck tomorrow."

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The cabins were the weirdest collections of buildings you've ever seen. Zeus and Hera's big white-columned buildings, Cabins One and Two, stood in the middle, with five gods' cabins on the left and five goddesses' cabins on the right, so they all made a U around the central green and the barbecue hearth.

Drako and Percy made the rounds, telling everybody about capture the flag. Percy woke up some Ares kid from his midday nap, and he yelled at him to go away. He asked for some Clarisse, and the boy said, "Went on a quest for Chiron. Top secret!"

"Is she okay?"

"Haven't heard from her in a month. She's missing in action. Like your butt's gonna be if you don't get outta here!"

They decided to let him go back to sleep.

Percy led Drako to Cabin Three, the cabin of Poseidon. It was a low gray building hewn from sea stone, with shells and coral fossils imprinted in the rock.

"So, this is where you live," Drako asked.

"Yeah, I lived alone in my first summer, but last summer, the second one, my half-brother Tyson appeared. You know, his a cyclops, so I was kinda bad to him at the start. But, he is a good guy, and he is now working on my dad's forges."

Percy's smile talking about his half-brother was genuine. Some adventures had happened last summer for Percy and his brother, so they could get that fraternal relationship.

Percy started leaving all his things in the cabin, including Annabeth's cap and his shield destroyed by the manticore.

At that moment, Drako heard a strange sound, water gurgling. At the back of the cabin was a big basin of gray sea rock, with a spout like the head of a fish carved in stone. Out of its mouth burst a stream of water, a saltwater spring that trickled into the pool. The water must've been hot because it sent mist into the cold winter air like a sauna. It made the room feel warm and summery, fresh with the smell of the sea.

Percy stepped up to the pool. He looked into the water and said, "Thanks, Dad."

So, it probably was a gift from Poseidon.

The surface rippled. At the bottom of the pool, coins shimmered—a dozen or so golden drachma.

"When we offered a drachma to Iris, goddess of the rainbow, we can communicate with anyone. This is our main way of communication." Percy explained to Drako.

He opened the nearest window, and the wintry sunlight made a rainbow in the mist. Then he fished a coin out of the hot water.

"Iris, O Goddess of the Rainbow," he said, "accept my offering."

He tossed a coin into the mist, and it disappeared.

Percy seems to hesitate for a moment. Then, he made up his mind.

"Show me Tyson," He requested. "At the forges of the Cyclopes."

Tyson… Drako didn't realise it before, but that name sounds too familiar to him…

The mist shimmered, and the image of a young cyclops appeared. He was surrounded in fire, which would've been a problem if he weren't a Cyclops. He was bent over an anvil, hammering a red-hot sword blade. Sparks flew, and flames swirled around his body. There was a marble-framed window behind him, and it looked out onto dark blue water—the bottom of the ocean.

"Tyson!" He yelled.

He didn't hear Percy at first because of the hammering and the roar of the flames.

"TYSON!"

He turned, and his one enormous eye widened. His face broke into a crooked yellow grin.

"Percy!"

He dropped the sword blade and ran towards Percy, trying to give him a hug. The vision blurred and Percy instinctively lurched back. "Tyson, it's an Iris-message. I'm not really here."

"Oh." He came back into view, looking embarrassed. "Oh, I knew that. Yes."

Drako couldn't help but thought that this guy was stupid.

Tyson seemed to notice Drako, he turned to him and then back Percy. "Percy, who is him."

"His name is Drako," Percy said. "He's my new friend, and he is a dragon."

"A dragon! Amazing!"

Tyson seems to be a childish and clumsy Cyclops, but Drako could that he is smarter than he looks.

"Hey, nice to meet you, Tyson. You have a pretty name."

"Thanks!"

"How are you, Tyson?" Percy asked. "How's the job?"

His eye lit up. "Love the job! Look!" He picked up the hot sword blade with his bare hands.

"I made this!"

"That's really cool."

"I wrote my name on it. Right there."

��Awesome. Listen, do you talk to Dad much?"

Tyson's smile faded. "Not much. Daddy is busy. He is worried about the war."

"What do you mean?"

Drako was also confused. Which war was going to happen?

The only "war" that happened back on DxD was the one against the Khaos Brigade, but the Greeks weren't affected by it besides the battle against Tri-Hexa.

Tyson sighed. He stuck the sword blade out of the window, where it made a cloud of boiling bubbles. When Tyson brought it back in, the metal was cool.

"Old sea spirits making trouble. Aigaios, Oceanus. Those guys."

Drako sort of knew what he was talking about. He meant the immortals who ruled the oceans back in the days of the Titans. Before the Olympians took over. But Drako didn't understand why they are moving now.

"The Titan Lord Kronos and his allies are gaining strength," Percy explained to Drako when he saw that he didn't understand.

So, the Greeks are having a civil war, or are going to go in one. Kronos wants to get back what was his and is going to go war to get it. The problem was if they were allied with the Khaos Brigade or not.

"Is there anything I can do?" Percy asked.

Tyson shook his head sadly. "We are arming the mermaids. They need a thousand more swords by tomorrow." He looked at his sword blade and sighed. "Old spirits are protecting the bad boat."

"The Princess Andromeda?" Percy said. "Luke boat?"

"Luke?" Drako asked when he heard that name again.

In Thalia's words, he was lost.

"Luke…" Percy gritted his teeth. "He is a traitor; he works for Kronos. He was the one that poisoned Thalia's tree back then."

Drako was surprised by this revelation. Luke was Thalia and Annabeth friend back then, why is he working with Kronos now?

"Old Spirits are protecting the bad boat; they make it hard to find. Protect it from Daddy's storms. Otherwise, he would smash it."

Poseidon, Lord of the Sea, wouldn't have any problem to destroy his enemies in the water. Very few beings can defeat him there. What can a group of demigods and monsters do to him?

Anything.

"Smashing it would be good," Percy said.

Tyson perked up as if he'd just had another thought. "Annabeth! Is she there?"

"Oh, well…" Percy seems to have difficulties right now.

"She's not here right now," Drako said on his behalf.

"Tell her hello!" He beamed. "Hello to Annabeth!"

"Okay. I'll do that."

"And, Percy, don't worry about the bad boat. It's going away."

"What do you mean?"

"Panama Canal! Very far away."

Percy frowned, and Drako understood what he was thinking. Luke had to have a reason to go all the way down there.

"All right," Percy said, not feeling reassured. "That's… good. I guess."

In the forges, a deep voice bellowed something they couldn't make out. Tyson flinched. "Got to get back to work! Boss will get mad. Good luck, Brother, Drako!"

"Bye!" Drako waved at him.

"Okay, tell Dad—"

But before Percy could finish, the vision shimmered and faded.

"Well, he is a nice guy."

Percy smiled a little. "He is."

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The Dining Pavilion is an area of Camp Half-Blood where the demigods, satyrs, and camp directors eat their meals. The Pavilion is framed in Greek columns on a hill that overlooks the sea. No walls or roof cover the mess hall. Torches blaze from the columns and a central fire burning inside a bronze brazier the size of a bathtub. Each table has a white cloth with purple trim.

Drako was surprised when he realised that the Pavilion's goblets were enchanted, and, on voice command, will be filled with whatever drink you desire. Another quality of the goblets is that they never empty. Food was really varied, and it includes BBQ, grapes, apples, strawberries, cheese, and fresh bread, which were served by wood nymphs.

The tables in the Pavilion are arranged so that there is a table for each god, similar to the cabins. Therefore, children of Hermes sit at the Hermes table, children of Aphrodite at the Aphrodite table, etc. Although children of the Big Three often have to sit on their own anyway, it's expressly forbidden to sit at another god's table. Even though they are not Artemis' true daughters, Hunters sit at the Artemis table. Satyrs and nymphs can sit at any table they please. Still, they generally sit at the table that Dionysus sits at, which is table 12.

It seems that Artemis has talked to her father, Zeus, and he had given permission to Drako to stay in Cabin 1 (Zeus Cabin). With this, he also allowed Drako to sit with her while dining.

It was a silent diner since Thalia wasn't in the mood to hold a conversation. The same was for Percy, who was sitting alone in his table.

The Hephaestus, Ares, and Hermes cabins had a few people. Nico sat in the Hermes table with a pair of brothers, since new campers always got stuck in the Hermes cabins if their Olympian parent was unknown. The brothers seemed to be trying to convince Nico that poker was a much better game than Mythomagic.

The only table that really seemed to be having a good time was the Artemis table. The Hunters drank and ate and laughed like one big happy family. Zoë sat at the head like she was the mama. She didn't laugh as much as the others, but she did smile from time to time.

Her silver lieutenant's band glittered in the dark brads of her hair. Drako thought that she looked a lot nicer when she smiled. Bianca Di Angelo seemed to be having a great time. She was trying to learn how to arm wrestle from Phoebe, the big girl who'd picked a fight with the Ares kid on the basketball court. The bigger girl was beating her every time, but Bianca didn't seem to mind.

When they'd finished eating, Chiron made the customary toast to the gods—Every night the half-bloods tribute a portion of their food to the gods by burning it in the pavilion fire. Hestia takes a small part of each tribute—and formally welcomed the Hunters of Artemis. The clapping was pretty half-hearted. Then he announced the "good will" capture-the-flag game for the next night, which got a lot better reception.

Afterwards, they all trailed back to their cabins for an early, winter lights out. Drako went with Thalia to Zeus' cabin...

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Okay, these last chapters may feel like Drako is just a side-character.

But look it from a different point of view. Drako doesn't know anything about what is happening with the Greek Pantheon, so he is slowly learning the information he needs.

For example, in this chapter, he learned about Luke, Iris's messages, and the possible future Greek Civil War. The action is going to come soon, so be patient.


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