"It's a boy! It's a boy!"
"No, it's two boys!"
"Twins!"
Chiron and Foaly were brothers, well, from the moment they were born. Their mother, Philyra, hated their father, Kronos, who wanted to take over civilization, but unfortunately hated Foaly and Chiron as well. After accidentally giving birth to yet another baby centaur, Foalette, she abandoned Foaly and Chiron, taking Foalette simply because "she's really quite cute".
Alone in the world, Chiron and Foaly started to argue with each other. Chiron wanted to start creating weapons. Foaly reasoned that they might as well create a fort and start gathering supplies. After a while, they separated, each fuming.
Ironically, Chiron decided, after parting, to build a camp. Although he didn't know it, it would actually become Camp Half-Blood. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's get back to Foaly.
Foaly was feeling a bit depressed. For one year-olds that isn't too unusual, but centaurs are known to be exceptionally smart. Why him? Why did he have to gt dumped by his older (By ten seconds) brother. He brightened. He had just had an idea. Why not go to live underground? Yes, that was the idea. He would head there right now.
Chiron had just finished building the camp. He looked at it. Strawberry fields everywhere, a forest near the river, and a big house near the back. Oh, don't forget the golden glow. Wait.
What golden glow?
"Chiron," boomed a voice, slightly musical. A god. But who? He turned. Apollo! The god of music and the sun.
"My son…"