Percy Jackson

*It was a chaotic morning. Sunlight poured through camp like wine into a chalice, the dust and pollen lay low on the floor like a low cloud, only up to the knees at the maximum. Camp had discontinued chariot racing after it had injured so many campers and killed a few, but Tantalus was no kind man, and brought it back. Mr. D didn't protest. But cabin 9 had helped set up a race track, and had stone steps for spectators. The track was approximately a quarter of a mile. Charioteers were readying.*