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		<title>Archery Field/Training Centre</title>
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		<description>This is where you will train using your weapons.</description>
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			<title>A Bit of Training a Day, and the nasties will stay AWAY!!!((OPen to those with GRAMMAR!))</title>
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			<dc:creator>Annabeth</dc:creator>
			<description>Annabeth ran to the Training Grounds and sighed. She turned to the rich sparkling colours of the sunset and drank them in. Camp Half-Blood had been her home for so long, but what would she do when she was older? Sighing wearily, she pulled her golden curls into a low ponytail and took out her knife, the one Luke had given her so long ago. Whenever she saw it it made  her sad. So she couldn't let herself think. Just attack, and look ahead. WHOOSH. Straw twirled and glowed around her, glinting  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 23:49:13 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Practicing (Open)</title>
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			<dc:creator>Percy Jackson</dc:creator>
			<description>Percy was sitting down resting on a bench. He got up to go back to work and uncapped Riptide. With its faint glow he slashed and

the dummies cutting 1 in half and beheading another one. He then went to the cooler and got a water bottle pouring some on 

himself letting him get wet. He drank the rest and jumped as he heard something. He looked out of the corner of his eye and saw Mrs. O'Leary. She came bounding up to him and tackled him. &quot;Ok, can you get off&quot; he said as she tried  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2009 01:01:19 GMT</pubDate>
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