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"He's the one. He must be."
"Silence, Annabeth," Chiron chided.
This evening was definitely an interesting one. To be honest, Chiron was filled with worry. He knew how special the boy was. Percy Jackson. And he knew how hard it would be to bring him to camp, so the old Centaur pretty much thought he was a goner. He felt sorry for him.
Chiron was glad to be proven wrong, though. Becuase, here Percy was. Albeit, carrying an unconscious Grover and almost passed out, but he was alive and in one piece, his hands clutching the Minotaur's horn.
"He’s still conscious. Bring him inside," he tells Annabeth.
After a few grunts and complaints of how heavy the boy was, Annabeth managed to haul him into the couch. While Chiron took Grover.
"We must be careful with him, Annabeth." He says. "Go and fetch Lee Fletcher."
The girl did as he asked. It was the middle of the night, but Chiron was sure that the excitement had awaken some of the campers. He felt that this was an appropriate time to call on the counsellor of Cabin 7. A demigod is in need, after all.
A few moments later, Annabeth was spoon-feeding Percy some Ambrosia, while Chiron talked to Lee.
"He'll be alright now," the kid tells him. "Just needs some rest, should be as good as new tomorrow."
"Thank you, Lee." Chiron says. "You can go back to your cabin and go to sleep now. You too, Annabeth."
Chiron thought that would be the end of it, but the girl came back early tomorrow, insisting that she help.
Chiron squinted at her suspiciously, but let her go. He knew that Annabeth has been desperate for a quest, and judging from the state of Mount Olympus at the moment, we might be in need of one.
Besides the boy needs to eat, and Chiron would very much like to not be the one to spoon-feed him.
Later, when the sun was at its highest peak, and Chiron and the camp director, the God of wine, or as he likes to be called, Mr. D, were sitting across from each other at the cards table, Percy comes striding towards them with Grover at his side.
"Ah, good, Percy," Chiron said. "Now we have four for pinochle."
He offered him a chair to the right of Mr. D, who looked at Percy with bloodshot eyes and heaved a great sigh. "Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now don’t expect me to be glad to see you."
"Uh, thanks." Percy says as he scooted a little further away from him.
"Annabeth?" Chiron called to the girl, leaning on the porch rail, she was trying to look uninterested but Chiron can see right through her.
She came forward and Chiron introduced them. "This young lady nursed you back to health, Percy. Annabeth, my dear, why don’t you go check on Percy’s bunk? We’ll be putting him in cabin eleven for now."
Annabeth said, "Sure, Chiron."
Percy stared at her as if he had seen a bright light. He had a startled look in his face, seemingly drawn to the gray of her eyes. Chiron knew very well the effect of the Goddess of Wisdom's stormy irises, even if Annabeth's were only a replica.
Annabeth glanced at the Minotaur horn in Percy's hands and said, "You drool when you sleep."
Then she sprinted off down the lawn, her blonde hair flying behind her.
Percy looked stunned, his cheeks start to redden. The corners of Chiron's mouth lifted to a delighted grin, thinking, Oh my poor boy.