You were claimed by Mr.D aka Dionysus, one of Camp Half-bloods directors who wasn’t exactly know for being the nicest of people…or gods. Now you where standing on the porch of the big house standing awkwardly in front of your godly parent, who’s drinking Diet Coke and playing cards with Chiron just hoping to talk to him.

“Well?”

He says his eyes meeting yours his typical frown strewn on his face