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I Held Out A Lead Figurine Of Hades—the Little Mythomagic Statue Nico Had Abandoned When He Fled Camp Last Winter. Nico Hesitated. "i Don’t Play That Game Anymore. It’s For Kids." "it’s Got Four Thousand Attack Power," I Coaxed. "five Thousand," Nico Corrected. "but Only If Your Opponent Attacks First." I Smiled. "maybe It’s Okay To Still Be A Kid Once In A While.

Gaea?” Leo Shook His Head. “isn’t That Mother Nature? She’s Supposed To Have, Like, Flowers In Her Hair And Birds Singing Around Her And Dear And Rabbits Doing Her Laundry.” “leo, That’s Snow White,” Piper Said.

Nico Danced Around Like He Needed To Use The Restroom. "does Zeus Really Have Lightning Bolts That Do Six Hundred Damage? Does He Get Extra Movement Points For—" "nico, Shut Up!" Bianca Put Her Hands To Her Face. "this Is Not Your Stupid Mythomagic Game, Okay? There Are No Gods!

The Friday Before Winter Break, My Mom Packed Me An Overnight Bag And A Few Deadly Weapons And Took Me To A New Boarding School.

Bad Cyclops Lady!" He Bellowed. "general Tyson Says Go Away!