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 Silence falls over the Mess Hall. As I look around, campers have stopped eating their meals and discussing the days events. Instead, their eyes are fixed to the purple glowing skull hovering over Nico di Angelo’s head. A few seconds earlier, Nico and I were laughing about how Dionysus’ face turned the colour of his wine when a satyr accidentally trodded over his big toe. After dinner we both planned on going back to the Hermes cabin to ask Travis and Connor how to create a fuse-triggered stink bomb. But Nico and I would not be sleeping in the same cabin tonight. Nor would we the next night, or the night after that. Nico had bec