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Just in time for New Years’ Eve, Jackson was back at Camp Half Blood. The reason he’d been gone? A quest had come up, requiring urgent attention. Something about retrieving a lost volume of epic poems written by Calliope herself. After handing it over to Chiron upon his return, the 19 year old had immediately darted for the Hebe cabin and his room, flopping onto his bed, still clutching his duffel bag with all of his quest equipment. The regret set in during those moments, at missing the holidays and not having enough time to say goodbye prior to leaving, yet the sound of footsteps made Jackson sit up with lightning speed. His best award winning smile on his face in the hopes of masking the guilt in his heart, he called out, “Who is it?”
