The virtual world has been revamped since the last time Haruhi got here. She glanced around, looking at all the shiny new posters and holograms that had formed in Untitled. There were five of her favorite idols, smiling at the occupants of this world like they had never been through their fifth focus events. In fact, those idols were everywhere, and projected in bright colors that only art students and bees can see. Even where they weren't physically present, you can feel their passionate aura emanating from the buildings, and even in the lively music that plays throughout the streets. The streets were empty, but you could see the holograms walking quickly up and down the city streets. It refreshed Haruhi's energy, just looking at those people. Soon, her watch started beeping. She usually set alarms for no reason at all, so she was about to snooze until she was greeted with a message that says, “Time for writing camp!” Not again! She facepalmed and ran at the speed of light to the stop, praying that the train won't leave without her.

Phew. Just at the last minute. She hopped on in an instant, hoping that won't happen again.
When she got off, she was shocked. Even though the windows took up one wall, only a sliver of light lit the place. She could see a train chugging through the rails of the place. Hold up. Another train station? Did she get on the wrong train? She glanced around, sweating. She could barely even navigate that place. Haruhi took a deep, calming breath, like her uncle taught her. Breathe in, and breathe out. She thought of the first thing that she would use to find where she is. Aha! Signs. They happen to be in most places. She looked and saw a large white metal sign, which looks like it was so old that a good portion of the sign looks faded. Paint was chipped off at the edges. It said in loopy cursive, “SWStation - Connecting Station for All Campers.” On the bottom, it had a print version, that is in the font used for accommodating dyslexic people. On the sides, it had an image of a turtle that seemed to be wearing a pirate hat, and an fuzzy looking plush shark and a plush bear. Haruhi sighed. This was the place she was looking for. She then realized that she didn't have a ticket! She broke into a flustered sweat, looking around, yet not seeing that there was a ticket booth in front of her. Soon, she stopped panicking and started to notice the navy blue ticket stand, which looks like it was ran by a shark plush that you could buy from your local IKEA.

A familiar, soft hand lightly tapped her shoulder. It was Blahaj. He said, “You're Haruhi, right?”

Haruhi nodded. She said, “Yup!”

Blahaj said, smiling, “You aren't taking the train. You're taking portal.”

Haruhi gasped, and her brain timed out for a little while. Portal? She has never taken a portal before. She can't even afford to take portal transport! Is it even safe?

Haruhi said, still confused by what Blahaj said, “Can I take the train instead? I can't exactly afford portal transport.”

Blahaj said, standing up straight, “The guardian of the venerable city of Athens insists you take portal. In fact, she'll pay for you, since you all are basically the chosen ones.”

Haruhi, even more bewildered, said, “So, I have to take portal to… Greece? Can't I take a plane instead?”

Blahaj sighed. He said, in his most serious tone, “It's. Portal. Or. Nothing.”
Haruhi shrugged. Since Blahaj and whomever the “Guardian of the Venerable City of Athens” wants her to take portal, she begrudgingly walked to the sign labeled, “PORTAL USERS ONLY. WARNING: ACUTE DIZZINESS, AND THE DESIRE TO FIND THE DAM SNACKBAR.”

The warnings gave her a shiver down her spine. She already felt butterflies and a volcano in her stomach, and a nagging feeling to tell her to not go into the portal. But, that tiny, judgemental voice in her head told her to step inside, or else she was a big chicken. She brushed that feeling aside. Okay. She was about to take a step into the portal room. A room that's existence was brand-new to her. A room that she felt a little queasy just about it. But, what's life without a few risks? She dashed into the portal room and was greeted by a giant, looming, spinning, golden vortex. All of her hair stood on end. That's what portals are like? She did NOT want to go into that thing! She took one tiny step towards the monstrous black hole-esque thing that was supposed to be considered a form of transport. Nope. She ran away like it was a burning building. She stepped forward again. Nope. She immediately ran away once she got a closer look at the portal. It emanated a sound that was so horrifying, words cannot describe it. The other person next to her told her, eyebrows furrowed, “Move it! You signed up to fight gods.”

Fight… what now? They didn't say gods, right? Before she could think about it, the other person kicked her with all their strength into the swirling, looming, portal.

Haruhi's head was spinning. She collapsed on the hard concrete floor. What was happening? Soon, she gained consciousness and saw a blurry outline of three people in togas. They must be officials in Ancient Greece. Their stare was as cold as ice. Haruhi shivered just looking at them. She was about to run away, but something told her to stay. One of them, who has long blond hair that looked just like Annabeth Chase said, “Welcome, child of Athena, to the Battlefield. You must save Athens from those Spartans.” She said Spartans with a sort of anguish she has never heard before.

The other ones nodded in agreement. One of them said, “You need a place to stay, young one.” She was right. She did need a place to stay.

The one who offered her a place to stay had a name tag on her toga that said, “WILLOW” in bold letters. She said, “Welcome to the Ville d' Sofia. That's where you all are going to be staying.”

Willow, and the other ones who she figured are named Sage and Kat, take her to the Ville. It wasn't bad! It was surprisingly comfortable for an ancient Greek hotel. Sage said, staring at her with a serious look in her eye, “You're going to start your training tomorrow.” Sage's face softened, giving her a silly and lighthearted air. It was like she took off a heavy mask of doom. She chirped, “Good luck fighting gods!”

Welp, Haruhi is probably cooked.

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Karin: Hello, campers of SWiss Cheese. I hereby present to you: National Gurtle Day. On this glorious day, we have many joyous festivities. The joyous festivities in question is Pin The Tail On The Gurtle, The Link Sacrifice, and the one where you hold each other's hands, and jump to the wondorous song Bitter Choco Decoration around the Statue Of Gurtle. Sounds enjoyable, right?

Ame: No. Seriously, I love my links. Why would I give them away? Also, I do not want to dance around a silly statue.

Karin: Oh well, the Statue of Gurtle is a statue carved from the finest mango crystals, decorated with links from all the winning cabins (It was totally not stolen! There was no arson involved! Just trust me, guys!)

Ame: No. I will not hear you out on this silly holiday.

Karin: The Statue is holding a frying pan. You can't not respect a person with a frying pan, right? Right? RIGHT?

Ame: Since there is a frying pan… I am somewhat convinced. But, I will NOT give my links to that monster!

Karin: Sigh, Ame, Ame, Ame. You don't need all those links, do you?

Ame: Uhhh….

Karin: Open. Up. Your. Writing. Thread.

*Ame starts sweating profusely*

Karin: You definitely have something to hide.

Ame: W-what if you have nothing?

Karin: Well… just make a link on the spot. Gurtle is always hungering for more.

Ame: Uhhhhhhhhh…..

Karin: Open up your folder.

Ame, swiping it close to her: No!

*Karin steals the folder, with one swift motion*

Karin: HA!

*Karin opens up the folder, showing many things written about watching paint dry*

Ame: Uhhhh…..

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