Clara made her way tentatively up towards the big house on the hill. Although the Hera Cabin was now officially her 'home' there was nothing homely about it. Inside, there was only a gigantic marble statue of her mother, the eyes cold and distant like even Hera had now chosen to ignore her.
"Too late for that, Mum" Clara said, looking up into the night sky as if Hera would suddenly appear. The Queen of the gods was unlikely to materialise in front of her - if she thought the feeling at Camp Half Blood was worse, then the feeling up there in Olympus was probably a thousand times worse….actually make that a million times worse.
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