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Disclaimer: And I'll say yet again, I am not Rick Riodan

It had been an abnormally stormy summer's day the day Percy Jackson had arrived at camp. Before he had even arrived on Half Blood Hill, Chiron could smell the foreboding stench of monster tossed about by a quiet chill in the wind. So when Percy Jackson stumbled across the border into camp, Chiron couldn't say he was surprised. Only worried. Very, very worried about what the Fates had in store for this poor boy. But he needed him to be strong, much stronger than any child should ever have to be. Chiron had a hunch about that troubled child even then, but he had prayed it to not prove true. For if it did, the future only held a fate certain death to poor Percy Jackson.

But Chiron was pleasantly surprised that summer. Percy Jackson had not only managed to avoid his certain doom, but had also proved himself a leader and a capable fighter. Perhaps maybe, just maybe, this child might survive.

And so the summer gave way to a blustery fall, the fall to a brief winter, the winter to a cold spring…and then suddenly the sun perched itself high in its sky and brought forth a sickeningly hot summer. A summer that once again tested Percy Jackson's ability to lead and fend for himself, another summer renewing a pleasant feeling of hope in Chiron's heart. And so he pushed that haunting hunch to the back of his mind in a desperate attempt to rid himself of the thought for good.

But he couldn't avoid the truth forever. The idea was like a thorn that his mind kept stumbling over- stinging his heart every time he thought of it. With the way things were going, Percy Jackson was going to be the child of the prophesy. Chiron could only hope he could train Percy Jackson to the best of his ability, for the child's life was on the line if he should fail. And so time lapsed and a cold front from the north rolled in, blanketing New York in a snowy winter. It was during this time that his Annabeth was taken away, and a quest set forth to go after her. Percy Jackson was not to be a part of this group, but Chiron just sat back with a small smile and let the child run away after his best friend. And though the quest reaped both victory and loss, Chiron could only wonder in awe about the luck of this boy. No, luck would not be this consistent; the child just had raw talent. Could his skill save him? That was the question that gnawed at Chiron's mind night and day.

And yet another year went by- and a quest that almost claimed the life of his young blossoming hero. But Chiron had never believed the child was gone, no, he knew in his heart his hunch was correct. This child would live to fulfill the prophesy- for better or for worse.

So when the time came for the prophesy to be played out, Chiron could only desperately hope Percy Jackson was ready. Chiron had done anything and everything to prepare the child for what was coming, but was sure whatever he did would never, ever be enough to keep Percy Jackson alive. The child was strong, brave, determined, smart…but these were Titans! Would beyond incredible ever be enough?

It was. Percy Jackson pulled through. He claimed the prophesy. He fulfilled it to the end. This young hero of Olympus exceeded every expectation Chiron had ever set, topped every hope he dared to dream of. He-

"Excuse me, Chiron?" Zeus's booming voice called him back into the real world. "I'll ask yet again, were you surprised when Percy Jackson helped save Olympus?"

Chiron smiled slowly before replying. "No, not in the least."

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