Hazel was tired. It had been a long day of training and she was ready for bed. Just as she started to drift off, she heard shouting. It sounded like Frank.
     Her eyes snapped open and she plunged her feet into her sneakers and grabbed her cavalry sword. The shouting outside grew louder and more urgent. Hazel raced outside, expecting to be confronted with the worst.
     Instead, she met a crowd of about 40 demigods all looking at the sky. A large shape shimmering with the glow of Celestial Bronze was slowly spiraling down from the sky. Hazel caught her breath.