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[thewindything]

[So you thought you'd escaped the excitement of April Fools. A place like camp heralds the date like the end of times. When you're in a camp full of ADHD half-gods and 75% of them are the worst kind of tricksters it's only natural to build your own safe house and live underground untilt he dust cleared.]

[It would be about 7pm and a little after dinner that camp would get at least one more surprise.]

[And that would be the sound of a purple and blue shaped missile rocketing through the skies. It could have been written off as a weird low flying plane until it changed course very suddenly and nose dived towards camp.]

[John Egbert had been on the run for a good week before he made a last ditch effort to fly the rest of the way back to the island. When he was able to finally spot Half-Blood Hill passing under him... well. He was always told he needed to work on his landings.]

[He nose-dived, plummeting through the tops of a few trees and finally gracelessly crashing through the roof of Hecate Cabin.]

[The rest of camp will be notified by this event by the sounds of explosions and fireworks going off from the rupture of all of the cabin's cursed stones.]

[+ One lost Son of Jupiter. Happy April Fools!]

Comments

[fowlisfair]

[The barn owl churrs, his only way of chuckling. Artemis "walks" a little closer to John, fluffing his feathers as if he has no concern over whether the son of Jupiter can hurt him.]

[thewindything]

Smarmy owl. I'm either dead and you are some weird afterlife construct or I'm back at camp and Artemis god mad at us again and turned everyone into animals.

[Close enough, John.]

[fowlisfair]

[More churring until Artemis finally goes back into his human form. He straightens his tie.]

You have an interesting way of looking at things, but neither of those theories are correct in this case. I am Artemis Fowl, reincarnation of Loki, and transforming into animals is part of my power.