My first story...may it go over well with these readers.
HAVE MERCY! I AM NEW TO FANFICTION!
Please enjoy Daughter of Wine.
Summer at Camp Half-Blood. The Satyrs play with the campers in the Volleyball pit, the children of Ares prepare for the next Capture-the-Flag game, Chiron oversees his lessons, and Mr. D relaxes indoors drinking diet coke. An ordinary day.
The peaceful morning was shattered by the sudden sounds of a Saytr in trouble. Chiron abandoned the archery field, galloping towards Half-Blood hill, where the cries had arisen. Upon reaching Thalia's Pine, he halted, surprised by what he saw.
The saytr in question was attempting to climb the hill, but was unable to, because of long vines entangling both him and a teenaged girl. The vines moved on their own, wrapping around the two victims.
"Get me someone from the Demeter Cabin!" Chiron ordered. A dryad emerged from her tree and ran back towards the cabins fast as the wind. At that moment, Mr. D wandered out from the Big house, his omnipresent Diet Coke clutched in his hands.
"Oh, so I didn't miss all the fun," the god commented taking a sip of his soda. Chiron glared at him until Mr. D, sighing heavily, waved his hand and the vines shrunk into a harmless plant. The saytr jumped to his feet and extended his hand to the girl. Shakily, the pair of them walked past Thalia's tree and into the protected camp.
"Well, I'll see you at dinner," Mr. D remarked, turning on his heel and walking back to the big house. Chiron sighed and approached the saytr.
"Thank you for delivering her safely," he told the seeker, a younger saytr who introduced himself as Puck. The centaur then turned to the half-blood, folding his arms.
"I suppose it's too late to break this to you slowly," Chiron remarked. "I am Chiron, activities director of Camp Half-blood. And you?"
"I'm Heather Hayes," she said, rather calm for someone who'd been attacked by a crazy plant. "Are you the original Chiron, or did you just take his name?"
"I can assure you, I am the same centaur that taught both Hercules and Achilles. You're taking this rather calmly."
"Puck introduced the idea," Heather admitted. "It helps that I've both studied greek mythology and see the monsters wandering around."
One of the Demter boys came running out of the camp, out of breath and sweating. Chiron instructed him to give Heather the camp tour, then to investigate the plant attack. Heather walked with the boy silently, without even a question to ask. Chiron watched her go, feeling deep concern for her.
She knows too much for someone new, he thought. And she's older than thirteen as well. This does not bode well.
Dionysus' reaction was troubling as well. He would wait until Campfire, but no longer. If the girl's parentage did not answer his concerns, then he would press for answers. But not before.