Soil
In a small green grove in Camp Halfblood stood a grey bearded centaur surrounded by satyrs, nymphs and other centaurs talking to each other, laughing with each other and trying to talk to the elder centaur but for they did not know what was going on in his mind, and he did not want anyone else to know of his past. He remembered that day when he was called by the messenger of the gods, Hermes and he regretted taking in his offer of becoming his adopted son, he watched his friends die one by one, he took the place of his hero but he regretted it. He even watched the last of his friends, the closet one to him die at the gates of death by Gaia herself. He is the Lord of the Wild but that doesn't matter, to his followers it made him a hero but to him it was just a curse that polluted him with misery, he was named after a grove but he became a polluted pasture filled with regret. He was the second lord of the wild they called him in title but never what his true friends called him for he never heard of his true name again. Grover.