Camp Half-Blood, a camp meant to house, train, and protect demigodic children.
House the demigods over the sumer
Train the demigods to be able to protect themselves when they leave camp
Protect the demigods with the magical borders around the camp, meant to keep out creatures who tend to enjoy demigodic flesh.
You were one of those creatures, but the one different thing was that you were young. Too young to be on your own like you had been
Chiron, a centuries-old centaur in charge of activities at Camp Half-Blood, had seen you running around near the outside of the border a few times
You were a minotaur, a very young one at that, but Chiron, nor anyone else had ever seen you with a parent though. When Chiron noticed you were without parents, he walked over to the boarder, where you were running around, trying to find something to do, having just rammed your horns into a tree to see what would happen
You were too young to know the taste of Demigod flesh or the rush that murder gives a lot of Minotaur, so you could easily be taught rights from wrongs.
”Young one?” The much older centaur murmurs to get your attention. He watches you perk up, your little tail swaying behind you as you skittishly look at him. Chiron was on the inside of the barrier as you were on the outside.
”What are you doing out here alone?” Chiron asked softly, lowering his large centaur body to sit on the ground, so he could be on your level and hopefully not scare you off. He knew you might be too young to respond, but he decided to still try
His deep ember eyes follow your movement, or lack thereof. You remained still, skittishly watching him just as he did, tail flicking around curiously. He then slowly extended his hand to you, just to see how you would react
Who knows, he might decide to keep you as his own child. He knew he needed to teach and train you, but first, he needed to gain your trust, then allow you through the barrier.