THE FORGING OF THE BACKCITTER
Hey i am Luke Castellan, signing in once again; I have not written in this dairy since we found Annabeth, a lot of things happened since then. After the encounter at Hal's place we ended up meeting Grover underwood who was ment to take us safely to camp half-blood, the only place safe for demigads in this world, by the way grover is a satyr. During the recruitement we ended up in a lair of cyclops,from then they chased the deaths out of us. Finally when we reached the gate of camp half-blood where Thalia made a stand and helped us get in, but she got turned into a Pine tree, that has been protecting us since then from all monsters. In the camp i got a quest a got a really big scar on my face hmmm, long story. From then i have started to hate the gods even more. Very recently i have been having these strange dreams of a voice that keeps taunting and tempting to join it and help him to over throw olympus. It sounded like a good idea after all, these gods have been ruling since almost from the last 2000 years they had every chance to prove themselves worthy but all they have done is made the lives of humans even more miserable, plus here we are , the demigods who have been used by gods for all their stupid works.
Now i have decided its the time for demigods to rule, so i have started exploring the camp first looking for the lost places from all the stories. Most of the exploring were done at the night time by me just after the dinner. On one of my trips i ended up in a clif, to my left i saw some rocks aligned so as to form a door, i knew it pretty sure that it was tinted with keroscene, as soon as i brought my torch near it it ignited and formed some pattrens the rock slid open without a creak, perfect mechainsm. Inside i saw a huge workshop with unlimited workbenches