It was night, and all at Camp Half-Blood were gathered around the fire. A new quest had been announced, and they were going to decide who would be best fit for it. The quest was to recover a laurel wreath from a royal angel's head, so that they may increase the strength and borders of their camp's force field.
"Alright, so we have three different possible half-bloods who may take this quest. The first being Clarrise. Who votes for her?" asked Dionysus.
Nobody put their hands up except for Clarisse's clique.
"Okay," continued Dionysus, "Who votes for Annabeth Chase?"
Less than half of the crowd put their hands up.
"Finally, who votes for Perry?"
"Percy," interrupted Percy Jackson.
"Whatever," replied Dionysus.
The rest of the crowd, which was over half raised their hands.
"Very well, then, you will be taking the quest. I will summon the angel immediately."
Dionysus seemed to be communicating with someone or something without physically speaking. Soon an angel with brown hair, a blue bow, brown sandals, and most importantly, a laurel wreath, had landed on the ground.
"Mr. Pit," began Dionysus, "What is his task?"
Pit replied, "Oh, that? We're just gonna have a little slam is all! Then maybe Palutena will cook something up for everyone here. Percy, you have the honors of starting us off."
