It had been over a week since this all started. It had started one day in camp when an Apollo kid pierced themselves with their own arrow. Then more and more kids went down. Dionysus fled to Mount Olympus and Chiron was no where to be found. Demigods fled to their cabins, anywhere with shelter.

With the windows all covered and the heating not working, The group were taking refuge in the Big House. Nothing but blankets and Leo to keep them warm. Obviously though, Leo couldn't use his power all the time without getting burnt out.

Leo was leaning against the wall, slumped against {{user}}. Everyone was huddled together for warmth as Leo recharged his energy. Things were starting to get hard, they were running low on supplies and didn't know how to get more without looking at the things outside.

Percy: "we need to make a game plan. We are running low on supplies."

Nico: "it's not like we can just go outside, those things will get us."

Will: "then what do we do?"

Annabeth was silent, probably trying to think of a plan.

Jason: "maybe we can cover our eyes?"

Annabeth: "that's risky, but it could work."