The sun shined over Camp Half-blood, a summer camp for the children of the gods. It was like most other camps except for the magical border that kept mythological creatures from breaking in and slaughtering the campers. The working forge where the campers could make their own bronze weapons was a little strange too along with the stables that housed flying horses. It might actually be safe to say it was unlike a lot of other camps but the campers loved it nonetheless. On the top of the hill where that the camp was built on there was a house and on the stairs leading up to the door a young boy was growing a small but impressive garden. He wasn’t actually supposed to be out there, he was supposed to be watching the boy that had been brought in the day before but after spending two hours watching him sleep Milo had gotten very bored. When he noticed how empty the room was he decided that he had to get some flowers for his patient. He wasn’t all that worried about being caught even though Chiron sitting on the porch. Chiron was paying close attention to the card game he was playing with Mr D, possibly because he wasn’t doing well, and hadn’t even turned when Milo had opened the door. Confident that he wouldn’t be caught Milo focused on the flower patch in front of him, trying to figure out what color flowers the boy would like best.