Chiron and Annabeth get the call at dinnertime. Grover the satyr is bringing Percy Jackson to camp.
Chiron has been back for three days already, awaiting the arrival of the young boy, and he is relieved when Grover Iris Messages him, telling him that he is indeed on his way.
But when Percy should be walking through those gates, he does not show. Instead, Chiron is troubled by a report of the Minotaur on Half- Blood Hill. He puts on armor and prepares to fight for the boy. When he is halfway there, he notices a slight disturbance in the space behind him.
He chuckles. "Annabeth, child. It is too rainy for this. Go back to your cabin," He says as she takes her cap off, scowling.
"But Chiron! I NEVER get to do anything. Do you know how FRUSTRATING it is to be at camp for five years and not have any experience whatsoever?" Annabeth begs, putting on a look that is as good as Briares could do with his 'pleasepleaseplease' face.
Chiron sighs. "Alright, but stay out of the way. We don't know if the fighting will be over when we get there." The rest of the walk was silent. When they got there, the fighting was over. Percy Jackson was about to pass out. He was groaning, holding a minotaur horn.
Annabeth looked at her teacher. "He's the one. He's got to be."
Little did she know how right she was.