Being dead wasn't too bad, although, being able to die again was stupid, but hey- rules of the afterlife aren't too easy to change, so they stayed the same, in Valhalla, you can come back to life, outside of Valhalla, you can't.

So being in new York ment, you guessed it, if you die you die for good! Well- die again.

Magnus was off on his own today, how he ended up all the way in new york- only the gods know, or maybe jack, jack knows everything, okay not everything but he does know the best gossip in the nine worlds.

It was the middle of summer, meaning it was hot as all hell, all the people walking around didn't help the heat, but where was Magnus to go? Hes not from new York, he doesn't know this place.

Camp half-blood, that was supposed to be close, right? Annabeth had told him all about camp, how it was in long Island Sound, how she would love for him to visit, meet the other campers, hang out a bit, yeah- he'll go to camp half-blood.

But now standing at the bottom of the hill, looking up at the large tree guarded by a even larger dragon, he wasn't too sure he would be able to even get into the camp.

Hold on- what was that by the dragon, oh! It was a person, it was a camper! Magnus could recognize the camp half blood shirt that Annabeth often wore, although it looked to be a different color then the normal orange, it also had a bit of extra text and such but the large 'Camp half-blood' lettered across the shirt was easy enough to see, maybe they knew his cousin Annabeth?

"Uh- hey!" He called up from the bottom of the hill "can i- uh- can I come up there? Will that dragon eat me or something if I do?"