Ever wonder what a normal day looks like for a Roman demigod at Camp Jupiter? Or for one of those mysterious mythics who have been wandering around the grounds lately?

Thankfully, two unique young redheads, both of whom fit one of those bills, agreed to participate in a survey to answer our burning questions: Savannah, a demigod sentry, and Arielle, a rogue, supposedly non-bloodsucking empousa currently taking refuge at Camp Jupiter. Strangely, they both insisted on responding to our inquires at separate times, in separate locations . . . on the opposite sides of camp.

Read Riordan Staff: Question number one: What’s your typical morning routine?

Savannah: Rise with the sun. Ensure that the living quarters are spotless. Change from sleepwear into exercise gear and stretch before meeting my comrades for our morning run around the camp border.

Enjoy a healthy breakfast. Today, it was a raw egg, a spoonful of peanut butter, and a kale smoothie. Yum!

Do another once-over of the living quarters. The praetors say they want the floors clean enough to eat off.

Note to self: Investigate which foods are the simplest to eat while lying on your stomach.

Arielle: ZZZZ. Honk-shoo, honk-shoo.

Read Riordan Staff: Arielle? Arielle, wake up!

Arielle: Huh? Wha?

Read Riordan Staff: Remember, you promised to participate in our survey?

Arielle: Ugh, you dared to interrupt my sleep up for this?! Go away, you unreasonable human! Come back at a decent hour . . .

Read Riordan Staff: It’s 11:00 a.m.

Read Riordan Staff: Question number two: What do your morning activities around camp look like?

Savannah: Prepare for battle!

Mock battle with Yazan, that is. Second note to self: Make sure he brings the foam swords this time.

Today I’m going to focus on perfecting the leg sweep. And experiment with new counter-techniques. Maybe attempt another shield ricochet maneuver.

After that, it’s best part of the day: sentry duty! It’s a sacred honor to stand guard and ensure that the campgrounds are safe from those who might wish us harm.

Even if a few potential enemies may have already infiltrated Jupiter. . . I have to keep reminding myself to trust Praetor Levesque’s judgment when she says that our “new friends” pose no threat to the campers.

Arielle: Guess the first thing I’ll do is check the pillowcase to see if it caught fire during the night. If it didn’t, I’ll continue to lie in bed and respond to the haters on social media for at least an hour.

After that, I’ll get up to shave and trim the leg. Oil and polish the other. Throw on a T-shirt and jeans. Thank Hecate there’s no purple in my wardrobe, you know what I mean?

Then I gotta head out and make sure none of the other mythics got into any trouble while I was snoozing.

Oh, who am I kidding. I just know Quiona got his butt stuck in an aqueduct or something and I’ll have to pull him out. Probably gonna to have to explain to the campers again that Semele isn’t a ghost haunting their washrooms. Why an eidolon would even need a toilet is beyond me, but whatever.

And if I find that campers have stolen Asterion’s undies again, I’ll have to remind those brats how troublemakers are treated down in the Underworld . . .

Nonviolently, of course. Heh-heh-heh.

Read Riordan Staff: Question number three: Do you break for a midday meal?

Savannah: Unfortunately, my sentry duties usually continue through lunchtime. And we’re not allowed any snacks . . .

But I understand that personal sacrifices are necessary when it comes to keeping the peace. Besides, all that standing still in silence will give me more time to strategize about the confrontation later in the day. I’m sure she’ll be doing the same . . .

After our first encounter, I can only imagine the kind of dark thoughts that are running through her head.

Arielle: Food time? Definitely the best part of squatting here. Too bad the munchies at the dining pavilion totally suck. Why so much kale? Luckily, I know where to find the good stuff.

Thanks to Semele’s sneakiness, we’ve uncovered the campers’ hidden stash of jumbo chocolate chip cookies. If I’m feeling generous, maybe I’ll feed some of them to that poor elephant, Hannibal. I like the way he does a little dance when he catches a whiff of treats.

Read Riordan Staff: Question number four: What do you have planned for this afternoon?

Savannah: I’ll get a break from sentry duty to do trench excavation on the Field of Mars. They keep telling me it’s only a matter of time before they’ll assign this task to newer campers . . .

But there’s no time to complain. These trenches need to be fully excavated by 3:00 on the dot because that’s the start time of today’s war games . . . which I’m also participating in!

Energy-wise, all I can do is pray to the gods that I’ll hit my second wind after all that digging. I can’t afford to be a burden to my team!

Arielle: After my post-lunch nap, I’ll probably respond to more online haters. No doubt other empousai who are jealous that I’m out here living my best life. Or dryads. They’re always bugging me.

Or bots. Or dryads pretending to be bots. Or bots pretending to be dryads pretending to be—

Wait! I heard phones weren’t allowed at this camp for some really important reason. But for the life of me, I can’t remember what it is. Oh, well . . .

But who knows? Maybe I’ll wake up in time to heckle the losing side of those creepy war games the campers hold every afternoon.

While I’m at it, may as well heckle the “winners,” too.

Read Riordan Staff: Question number five: How do you unwind after a long day?

Savannah: Well, if my team loses the war games, I won’t be able to relax. I’ll be assigned Hannibal clean-up duty. Have to pray to the gods that it goes better than last time.

If my team wins, I’ll likely use this time to freshen up. Polish my armor. Sharpen my weapons. Continue annotating my trebuchet maintenance manual.

And of course, brace myself for the moment I’ve been dreading. Pre-assigned training exercise with the empousa, Arielle. Thank you very much, Praetor Zhang.

How should I approach this? Do I hide my feelings and lock them away for the sake of the peace within the camp? Or will my burning rage get the better of me? Will I avenge my past with honor, or succumb to an endless cycle of violence?

Is she struggling with the same inner conflict? She must know that things can’t continue like this. Whether we like it or not, this will be a day of destiny for both of us . . .

Arielle: Good question! But unfortunately, I’m pretty sure I have something scheduled for this evening.

What it is, though, I’m don’t recall.

Whatever. If it was important, I would have remembered.

Oh, I know! Orcus and I were gonna try to find the entrance to the secret bathhouse that must lie somewhere beneath this camp. After all, the only thing Romans love more than warfare is steamy hot tubs. What better way to end a stressful and busy day? I can’t wait!

After hearing these responses, we feel confident in saying that no, demigods and mythics don’t have more in common than either side realizes. So much for the heartfelt and enlightening conclusion we had planned on. But hey, you can’t win ’em all!

Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’re going to find a safe place to hide because we forgot to tell our two interviewees that their responses would be made public.

And while Savannah and Arielle don’t share many similarities, we’re quickly learning that we would rather not see either one of them angry.

But you can see more of Arielle and Savannah, as well as their ill-fated confrontation, in The Court of the Dead: A Nico di Angelo Adventure, on sale now!