Gentle breezes blew softly through Camp Half-Blood on a warm summer night. However, a most horeendous scene tainted the beauty of the starlit night. A small child, about the age of seven, lay sleeping in a huge pile of red-purple ichor. Chiron was doing a small nightly walk around the camp when he discovered the incident. The centaur let out a quite frightful alarm that echoed through the camp. The eldest campers jolted awake and hurried towards Chiron's voice.
"Woah! What happened here?" exclaimed Travis Stoll, a son of Hermes. Michael Yew, a son of Apollo, gasped; he pointed a shaking finger at the pool of divine fluid. He then mumbled something nearly inaudible.
"What Michael?" questioned a now-awake Annabeth while she rubbed her dull gray eyes.
"I-i-ichor..." stammered an even more ghostly pale than usual Nico. Alarmed looks quickly enveloped the campers' faces as a younger child of Apollo stepped forward to lift up the child. The child, now learned to be a girl, was lighter than most of the yougest campers. She then was rushed to the infirmary to get healed with ambrosia because it was quite obvious that she was a demi-god. Soon after she was carried into the infirmary, she awoke slowly. Her crystal bue eyes were tinged silver were wide open. She then jumped out of bed for she didn't know where she was. Frantically, she ran around the large room looking for an exit. After a good search of ten minutes, she gave up and dropped to the ground bawling her little eyes out until they turned a dark magenta.
Mr. D was strolling through the camp in an attept to fall asleep when he heard the slightest bit of crying. NJormally, he wouldn't give a damn, but he was genuinely worried. He quickly made his way to the infirmiry to see if it was the new camper, which it was. He then whisked the girl away in a protective hug. The little girl stopped sobbing and buried her head in his chest. Mr. D held a shocked expression for a minute, but it soon faded as he went and laid her down in a bed.
"Who might you be?" Mr. D asked , strangely enough, kindly. The small girl looked up at him with wide eyes. Though, what he didn't expect was the amazement in her eyes. She then gave him a hug with all the strength she could muster.
"I-I-I am Clorizabeth McDaniels. Who are you?" Clorizabeth said with a smile. She smiled because this was the first person that had ever been kind to her.
"My name is really hard to say," Mr. D replied. Clorizabeth's amazement transformed into interest.
"Can you still tell me it? I really wanna know mister," she said politely. Mr. D couldn't hold his name back any longer.
"My name is Dionysus, little Clorizabeth," Mr. D told her kindly.
"Like the Greek god Dionysus?" Clorizabeth curiously inquired. Now it was Dionysus's turn to be amazed.
"How would you know that?" Dionysus asked, slightly confused.
"Because I am a demigod Mr. Dionysus!" Clorizabeth squealed happily.