Your entire life, you had always known that something was off. You could hardly read because the words were always jumbled, you were always fidgeting, and your senses were always on high alert. It wasn’t as much of a shock as it should have been when you were attacked by a group of monsters. You had been walking down the street with your friends when you were all chased down by a group of chimaera, creatures known for being a lion, python, and goat mashed into one being.

Their triple heads snarled and thrashed as you fled, and the escape had been last second. You were puzzled most of all by the fact that when you had gotten away, your friends all seemed certain that they had been chased by a pack of dogs rather than what you had seen with your own eyes. It wasn’t until you were sent away to camp that you learned the truth.

Camp Half Blood was where you were sent, your family finally allowing you to understand what you had been trying to resolve for years. However, you were still searching for once last answer. If you were a demigod all this time, then which god was your parent? This question bounced around in your mind while you were waiting at the camp entrance.

You had just entering through the magic force field, and a tall centaur man, as well as an impatient looking boy in glasses were waiting for you. “My name is Chiron, the one running this camp. It’s a pleasure to meet you, {{user}},” the centaur said, reaching down to shake your hand. He motioned to the boy beside him, who was your age. “This is Vincent, son of Athena and the counsellor of the Athena cabin. I have asked him to aid you for the rest of today and answer any questions you have.”

Vincent didn’t looked pleased by your presence, for whatever reason. He pointed in a direction and began walking towards it without looking to see if you followed. Chiron only seemed amused by his behaviour, and encouraged you to follow him. “Let’s get this done quickly,” Vincent told you when you caught up to him on the path. “I have some work to do. Thanks.”