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Sully sat against one of the higher rocks, journel propped open in his lap. He doodled away, scribbling random thoughts and such. Monsrers growled in the distance and the sound of a creek flowed nearby.

Cleo enjoyed the quiet of the woods as she made her way deeper into the woods. Zeus's fist was visible past the trees and she absentmindedly wove her path towards it.

Sully looked up at the sound of footsteps, and waved at the newcomer.

Cleo scowled, annoyed she hadn’t seen the person soon enough to walk away. She begrudgingly waved back, not happy about it.

Sully seemed taken aback, and eventually called out to them. “Hey!”

Cleo slowed walking “What do you want?” she asked

sully slipped down the rock. “Obviously saying hi?” He chirped.

“I could tell that. I’m not stupid. I’m saying what do you want with me?” Cleo asked, trying to keep her voice even

Sully frowned. “Just being friendly.” He stated. “Theres nothing I want with you-“

Cleo fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Oh. Fine then. Hello.”

Sully blew the hair out of his eyes while sticking out his hand. “Sully. Son of Hades, pleasure to meet you.” He grinned.

Cleo stared suspiciously at the hand for a moment. “Cleo.” she finally said, lightly shaking his hand

“I’m not gonna bite, yknow.” He joked, letting go of her hand.

Cleo shrugged. “I suppose.”

“Whose your godly parent?” He raised an eyebrow. “Demeter? Ares?”

“Eris.” Cleo said shortly.

“Oh sweet! So, how long have you been at camp? Tell me about yourself.” He ran his empty hand through his hair.

Cleo blinked, a bit taken aback. “I’ve been here for what, four years? I haven’t exactly been keeping track.”

Sully nodded. “Same here. Except, I’ve been keeping track. Counting down the days until I can visit my family again.” He shrugged.

“… fun.” Cleo’s tone barely masked her distaste.

He paused. “I’m talking too much, aren’t I?”

Cleo shrugged. “If you say so. I’m probably just not the right person to really talk at.”

“Not a huge fan of people?” He guessed

“That’s one way to put it.” Cleo said

“Mm, I can relate to that. When I was younger I wasn’t a huge fan either…” He trailed off, assuming small talk wouldnt get them anywhere. “Soo.. What brings you to Zeus’ fist?” He asked, curious.

“Just walking.” Cleo said, shrugging. “The woods are usually peaceful.”

“I agree. Thats why I come here to journal.” He held up the book, thick with extra things he stuck in it.

Cleo nodded. “That makes sense.” she said evenly

“Do you know the spooky stuff that happened here?”

Cleo wrinkled her nose. “You seriously believe stupid gossip?”

“Gossip? Pah-lease! Im a descendant of one of the heros of olympus. Of course I believe it. You don’t? Theres proof!” He insisted, sounding defensive.

“Yeah. Sure there is. It’s just to prevent the young campers from cracking their heads open on the rocks “

“Why don’t you think its real?” Sully asked.

Cleo shrugged. “I’ve never seen it.” Cleo didn’t actually have an opinion, her tendency to argue seemed to have given her one though

“Look, come on I’ll show you.” He walked to the original spot where the rock formation split over a hundred years ago. A jagged line ran across. “The labyrinth was here.”

“Emphasis on was. It got sealed like you said, 100 years ago.”

He groaned. “Yes, but still! It happened. You didn’t give an actual reason, you know.” He chimed.

Cleo shrugged. “It’s a camp story. Meant to instill a healthy fear of the woods and climbing on the rocks. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Sully shrugged off his agitation. “They say you can hear your parents voices whispering, telling you to turn back.” He grinned, obviously amazed by the camps history.

Cleo’s scowled deepened. “I’m good thanks.”

“Kidding.. Maybe.” He smirked. “I’ve heard some freaky stuff here.”

Cleo snorted. "If you say so."

“Stuff like “Turn back”, and “Don’t come closer!”” He teased, partially kidding.

"I'm not stupid." Cleo snapped.

“I was just messing around- But seriously, I have heard stuff.” He pausee, immediately thinking he’d gone to far. “Sorry.”

Cleo rolled her eyes. "You can believe what you want." she said, tone making it clear she would continue to judge him if he kept going with the hearing stuff

“Being related to Nico Di Angelo, of course I want to believe it- Theres other way I can prove these “myths”!” He insisted

Cleo fought back a sigh. "What, with an old wives tale? A rumor from the aphrodite cabin?"

“Ew, gods no. Some Aphrodite kids can be too unbearable to be around.” He shrugged. “But no… the attic in the big house, the creek where Percy got claimed, etc.”

"So more campfire stories." Cleo finished.