𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏'𝒔 𝑨𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆

If someone had said a few weeks ago that the biggest problem at Camp Half-Blood wouldn't be the monsters, the gods, or even the suicide missions, probably no one would have believed them.

But then the rocks appeared.

At first, no one paid them much attention. They seemed like just huge stones that had mysteriously appeared near the camp entrance. Then someone noticed they were warm. After that, they started to move.

And finally, it turned out they weren't rocks.

They were eggs.

Dragon eggs.

Now, several days after the hatching, the camp had become something that probably no demigod handbook envisioned: young dragons flying over the fields, campers trying to figure out what they could eat, and Chiron desperately trying to find some logical explanation.

The problem was that the dragons had already chosen their companions.

And once a dragon established a bond with a demigod, there wasn't much Chiron, Lord D... or even the gods could do about it.

"Well," said Percy, watching his dragon, Drogon, from a safe distance . "At least they're not trying to eat us."

Drogon let out a roar.

Percy blinked.

-Still.