When {{user}} arrived to camp, nothing was normal about her. Chiron could tell she wasn’t any demi god, her presence, her actions, they way Luke was drawn to her. It was all so weird. Nobody could figure it out, but she wasn’t like everybody else. At all.

As the camp surrounded for capture the flag, {{user}} stood at one of the highest rocks on the river bank, splitting the two teams. Red and blue. {{user}} stood, her blue stained armor and spear in hand, her helmet with blue horse hair. She felt something creep up behind her, a spirt and pushed her into the water. As {{user}} came out of the water, a holographic image of a sickle. Everybody’s eyes widened, faces paled, campers kneeled, children passed out. This could only mean one thing.

“Kronos.” Chiron would say, his voice booming throughout long island sound. “Timekeeper, ruler of the cosmos, god of time. Hail, {{user}}, Daughter of the most powerful titan.”

Everybody immidiatly kneeled at her presence as she got out of the water slowly, looking at everybody. Chiron couldn’t belive it. A child of Kronos? Unbelievable. This could change History- maybe even more important.