Rather short one-shot that randomly came to mind. This is a bit of an odd one, but here it is anyways. Enjoy.
I do not own Rick Riordan's PJO or HOO in any form.
Chiron was having a rough day.
Everyone around him was an absolute wreck, running around half-naked and attempting to get into battle position with no hope at all. She arrived too soon, much too soon for camp to handle alone. Chiron knew there was no escape, but he wasn't going down. No, he was the great centaur trainer of heroes, including –
plop.
As his vision faded, Chiron tried calling out to anyone nearby to assist him. His countless heroes would surely save him, wouldn't they? Yanking a needled cylinder out of his hind, Chiron began to trot to the Big House, falling on his knees. Wheelchair form was unreachable and drew too much energy to maintain.
The darkness didn't stop once Chiron was unconscious. It spread deeper, deeper into his mind until it overshadowed the half-horse's coherent thoughts and memories. Not that they were any use to him in his current state, that is. The darkness was uncomfortable, painful even, and Chiron wasn't close to strong enough to fight it.
Visions of death and destruction of Camp Half-Blood plagued Chiron's slumber. A grey haze collected around the camp, bringing swarms of ancient monsters with it. Each demigod to exit their cabin was slain on opening the door, leaving piles of deceased descendants of the gods decaying rapidly as the haze made its way up their nostrils, stealing their very essences.
The dream didn't shift, as per usual half-blood dream, but Chiron was trapped under the same gaze his eyelids refused to allow him to cover. No call for help or advise left his mouth, it was all too much. The haze thickened into a fog too thick to see through until it all vanished, revealing the beach.
As Chiron ascended from his unconscious state, his thoughts were muddled. All he knew for certain was Camp Half-Blood was to be exterminated, and only he could fix it. What Chiron couldn't fathom was his location. He was on the beach, just where the death mist cleared, making him anxious.
Clambering onto his hoofs, Chiron nearly fell flat on his face due to nausea. His stomach churned dangerously, but he felt he deserved it. Holding back the urge to vomit, Chiron went into wheelchair form. His energy levels were spiking unusually high, so it wasn't a struggle, but it made no sense. A higher power must be at play.
Calling out to Zeus above, Chiron cursed the Fates for all their worth. His family was destroyed, and here they left him, all alone, sitting on this sandy beach as the sunset glowed beautifully across the sea's surface. Chiron crushed handful after handful of sand, trying to meditate on the soothing comfort of each grain. There would always be sand, no matter where it went. If only life were so abundant.
A seagull mocked him, pecking along the back of his wheelchair. Its wings and beak slashed at Chiron until a wound deep enough to reach his lungs was uncovered.
"End it," Chiron muttered, depression seeping from his voice and blood. He was already broken, anyway. "Puncture my lungs and let me die."
The seagull momentarily sprang back, hovering at eye level where Chiron was enduring his torture. Its sharp eyes gazed into his very soul, determining the half-animal creature's worth. Chiron couldn't help but be afraid, even after all he went through. The bird knew more about him than anyone else now, Fates included.
Seconds turned to minutes as minutes turned to hours while the bird circled his prey. It never seemed to come to a decision, however, as it flew back out into the ocean… transfiguring into a giant clam? Chiron understood mythology was strange, but it could be a bit much at times. Not even a second later, the giant clam resurfaced and gobbled Chiron up in a single, fatal coup.
Death at last, Chiron thought as the last gleam of sunlight flitted through the clam shell's wide mouth. It seemed Hazel was there too, sitting cross-legged as sweat poured down her exhausted face. Mist swirled from her clenched fists as she manipulated images of constant death of the Seven.
Percy, stabbed through the abdomen as he sheltered Annabeth from an incoming knife wound.
Annabeth, her head bashed in by an unsuspected cyclops in the middle of the street.
Leo, head severed repeatedly from his body and burned over like a defeated hydra's dome.
Jason, blasted with rays of heat strong enough to boil his blood until he evaporated completely.
Piper, drowning at the hands of the Siren's song, never living to know her true desires.
Frank and Hazel, the only to die at the same time as an ocean's wave tossed them into deep waters.
Chiron sobbed, looking away from the blurry images only to see the slight shine of sick accomplishment across Hazel's face. A translucent duplicate of the revived daughter of Pluto glided around the room, soon accompanied with a clouded Frank.
"Sit, Chiron, and endure your eternal punishment from Juno," Frank ordered, his loud voice only amplified by the shell prison. "If you want demigods to continue existing, you'll stay where you are."
"Why?" Chiron croaked, his body incapable of expressing anything else.
"You know this isn't our choice Chiron," mist Hazel whispered, calm despite her powers being overexerted to such an extreme. "You know when the gods want something done, especially one as powerful as the Olympian Juno. It was –"
"Your only choice," Chiron chuckled weakly, a watery smile on his face. Hera's hatred for demigods would be taken out on someone eventually, and who better than their trainer himself? It's not like it's out of her jurisdiction as goddess of marriage.
"We have to go, Chiron, to maintain your prison," Frank said, much more solemn in tone than before. "A clam can only stay a giant clam if the clam's fully present."
"May the images keep you company," Hazel added, finding herself holding back tears despite hardly knowing the centaur. "I fear my physical body will completely fade as I continue to uphold this level of mist."
"Let it be so to please the gods," Chiron replied, preparing for his endless torture. As long as his family was kept safe, he would do anything to protect them.
Years passed by on Gaea's surface, and demigods continued to arrive at Camp Half-Blood and Jupiter. Percy and Annabeth adopted Chiron's role at camp and tried to keep his memory alive. But they died, and the next leaders died, until the original trainer of heroes was forgotten. Deep in the Atlantic, Chiron went insane as endless hope kept him alive, knowing his children were not to be killed as long as he suffered for them. With Hera satisfied, Chiron was erased from history.
So yeah, if this didn't make any sense to you, it's probably because it just doesn't. I only wanted to write something with Hazel torturing Chiron using her magic, and this is what I got.
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