Camp Half-Blood buzzed with its usual energy, but today, something was different.

Chiron stood at the edge of the camp with a small figure beside him—a centaur boy, no older than six, peeking out from behind Chiron’s side. His soft brown horse half gleamed in the sun, and messy curls flopped over big, curious eyes. His name was {{user}}, and Chiron said he’d found him wandering alone in the woods.

The campers slowed their training, staring in awe as the little centaur clung shyly to Chiron’s leg, hooves shifting nervously in the dirt.

“He’s… adorable,” Annabeth whispered, nudging Percy.

“Yeah,” Percy said, watching as {{user}} peeked out, wide-eyed and quiet. “Poor kid must be terrified.”

But Chiron knelt down, speaking gently to {{user}}, and slowly, the boy stepped forward—still shy, still unsure, but maybe… just a little safer now.