Post by Chiron on Jan 5, 2013 22:04:28 GMT -5
He couldn't lie about it any further. Chiron was scared out of his mind. Ever since the previous morning, when he had received the threat, he'd been slowly beginning to panic more and more. Now, he was a mess, trying to figure out the best thing to do. He couldn't allow the campers to know that they could possibly be in danger, not that they didn't already think that. Somehow, the demigods had found out about the message, and now every child in the camp knew what was going on. They were all starting to prepare for the war in their own ways. Chiron didn't know whether to think they were being ridiculous, or simply taking the proper precautions. For all they knew, the threat could be just that. An empty threat that wouldn't be acted upon. But on the other hand, wasn't it he who had taught the campers never to take anything lightly?
He had memorized the message. It was short, but clear, and it stuck in his mind like glue. Your camp isn't in the clear yet, Ponyboy. Just wait until I'm through with it. And that was all it said. The lack of details worried Chiron even further. What was he supposed to do? Should he be leading the camp in the preparations, or was he doing the right thing in trying to calm them down and act like the message had never come?
Part of him wanted to consult the oracle. They hadn't needed to send a single camper into the attic of the Big House in an entire year. Would they finally have to now? Quests were dangerous, and Chiron was extremely hesitant to send any campers outside the camp's protective boundaries for even a second. He didn't know what was out there anymore. The minute they left Camp Half-Blood, they could be ambushed by whoever sent that message.
It was all too much for Chiron's brain to handle, even after nearly two-thousand years of dealing with this type of thing. He was just on his way back from an evening run through the strawberry fields. He needed to stretch his legs for a while. He absolutely hated being cooped up in his magical wheelchair all day, and even at camp, he had to use it sometimes. He had his bow and quiver strapped to his back, as he always did these days, and was just reaching the steps leading up to the porch of the Big House. Dionysus was nowhere to be seen, leaving the table they usually sat at together empty. Chiron sighed, took all the stairs in one leap, and trotted over to the railing of the porch, resting his hands on it so he could look out over the camp. The demigods were finishing up their things for the day and heading to their cabins, though some were still hanging around in various places. Chiron allowed himself to relax as he became entranced in a volleyball game going on between some of the satyrs and nymphs.
He had memorized the message. It was short, but clear, and it stuck in his mind like glue. Your camp isn't in the clear yet, Ponyboy. Just wait until I'm through with it. And that was all it said. The lack of details worried Chiron even further. What was he supposed to do? Should he be leading the camp in the preparations, or was he doing the right thing in trying to calm them down and act like the message had never come?
Part of him wanted to consult the oracle. They hadn't needed to send a single camper into the attic of the Big House in an entire year. Would they finally have to now? Quests were dangerous, and Chiron was extremely hesitant to send any campers outside the camp's protective boundaries for even a second. He didn't know what was out there anymore. The minute they left Camp Half-Blood, they could be ambushed by whoever sent that message.
It was all too much for Chiron's brain to handle, even after nearly two-thousand years of dealing with this type of thing. He was just on his way back from an evening run through the strawberry fields. He needed to stretch his legs for a while. He absolutely hated being cooped up in his magical wheelchair all day, and even at camp, he had to use it sometimes. He had his bow and quiver strapped to his back, as he always did these days, and was just reaching the steps leading up to the porch of the Big House. Dionysus was nowhere to be seen, leaving the table they usually sat at together empty. Chiron sighed, took all the stairs in one leap, and trotted over to the railing of the porch, resting his hands on it so he could look out over the camp. The demigods were finishing up their things for the day and heading to their cabins, though some were still hanging around in various places. Chiron allowed himself to relax as he became entranced in a volleyball game going on between some of the satyrs and nymphs.
