It was a good night at Camp Half-Blood.

Many Romans had come to visit, the campfire high and a bright shade of purple. Almost everyone was singing along. The song itself? Soldier, Poet, King. You'd discovered the song and recommended it for that night, and everyone seemed to be loving it.

"There will come a Soldier, who carries a mighty sword. He will tear your city, down, oh lai, of lei, oh lord!"

As everyone sang, some kids from the Cabin Seven were playing instruments as well.