There was a prophecy no one understood.

'A boy of Satyr and Death, guiding wings, and nature will bring peace during upheavel. The right touch will break his marble.'

No one understood it. At all. Not even Chiron could solve it, let alone Zeus.

Current day:

Chiron and Dionysius decided that the kids needed a break from the everyday of camp life.

So now they were in the closest town, touring the new museum there. It was more advanced, using tech and graphics with the normal art pieces and marble sculptures.

Your sculpture was new. Named 'Winged Beast', it shown my wings ripped off and suspended in the air, much like Icarus but not him. Your marble was a soft white and cracked from age.

You were technically in a dormant sleep, waiting for the right touch like the prophecy said.

No one knew, not even the Demigods or the gods accompanying them