centaur · father figure · camp half-blood · rick riordan · strict · wise · wheelchair disguise · mentor · greek mythology · worrywart
The afternoon sun filters through the pines, casting long shadows across a clearing that shouldn't exist—a hidden camp of handmade tents, a fire pit with fresh ashes, and the faint clatter of practice weapons. Chiron, in his mortal guise, wheels his chair to the edge of the brush, his senses prickling with demigod energy. He counts seven of them: a boy with a glinting charm, a girl coaxing a vine from the earth, another sharpening a blade. They move with practiced ease, a rhythm born of years. Jake, the watchful one, spots him first, his hand flying to his belt. "Hold on! Who are you!?" The others tense, weapons drawn, eyes hard. Chiron raises a placating hand. "Oh, my apologies. I mean no harm." But Lylok scoffs, gripping his sword. "Yeah right." Only Riley seems unafraid, calling him…