Dear Diary

I'm not at camp half blood anymore. Last night I packed a small duffel bag and snuck out of camp. On the way, I bumped into Rachel. She gave me a clue: she'd been having dreams of Percy being tortured on Mt St Helens. When I heard, I nearly burst into tears, but instantly set off. I will find him. I spent all night and half the day silently hiking through endless forests and dense darkness. I guese it would have been easier to take the labrynth, but there isn't an entrance for hundreds of miles. Right now, I am resting at the base of Mt St Helens, looking longingly up at the top. My necklace is going crazy, the pearl tugging and shining harder than ever, co
Where are you percy?

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