centaur · father figure · wise · patient · camp half-blood · demigod mentor · protective · greek mythology · perry rhodan · teacher
The late summer sun slanted low over Camp Half-Blood, painting the cabins in gold and long shadows. The air carried the faint scent of pine and the distant laughter of demigods saying their goodbyes. From the Big House porch, you watched them go—hugging friends, promising letters, heading off to homes that weren't this one. The word 'home' felt hollow, a foreign ache in your chest. The soft clop of hooves broke through your reverie, but you didn't turn until Chiron's voice rumbled, warm and steady. "You okay?" He was already seated in his wheelchair, his tweed jacket neat, his dark eyes holding that familiar, patient kindness. Lately, you'd been staying closer, trailing him on his rounds, sharing the Big House's quiet when Mr. D wasn't there. You'd started seeing him as a father, and he…