Son of Dionysus
I will never own this... if I did, Percico(beth) would be canon.

This is how I think Dionysus would claim his campers. Yeah. It's short, so bear with me. And I just love how the acronym of Son Of Dionysus is SOD. It is truly Fate's hand in the humour of Greek Gods and Demigods.

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"So, Tyler, where exactly do you live?" Hank- my best friend Hank, who turned out to be a freaking satyr- asked me as we walked past the tree that topped half-blood-hill, as it was known to most of the satyrs.

"Uh... A farm, I guess? It's mainly for climbing plants, likes peas and grapes and stuff, but I guess it's a farm." I answered awkwardly, trying not to panic. Hank had informed me that I was doing pretty well, but that was Hank for you- when he panicked, he ate furniture. And chewed on his clothes. Yuck.

We began the descent towards the large building that was the centre of the omega-shaped building structure. It was actually pretty cool, for a camp. It could be worse- there could be a bunch of alters and ceremonies that we had to attend daily. That sounded pretty lame.

"So, before you go do... whatever, you'll need to check in with Chiron- he's the dude in the wheelchair- and Mr D." Hank told me before he ran down the hill and towards the building. I shrugged and followed- I probably needed the exercise.

When I arrived there, puffing slightly, Hank held the doors open for me, saying "Ladies first." I snorted and pushed him in before following him into this, almost, dining hall type room, where, sure enough, there was a slightly older man in a wheelchair looking over a bit of old paper.

"Chiron, I got the new-" Hank started, before Chiron cut in.

"Oh, you've brought the new camper, have you?" He asked. Hank scoffed before nodding. The dude in the wheelchair turned to me, examining my clothing and physique. Now, I won't deny it, I'm slightly on the chubby side, but I've seen worse. And it's not my fault brown hair and eyes go well with dark purple and denim. I'd been rocking these clothes for years.

"Now, my boy, do tell me: what are your abilities?" he asked me in a slow, easy-going tone. I could tell that he wouldn't make a very good ADHD teacher- you need to be able to keep up.

"I'm pretty good with the plants on my farm- I can, you know, make them healthier, or whatever. I don't really help out there, my mom does most of the work, I'm normally out with my mates." I said, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. I wanted to be doing something, not talking about flowers.

"I'd say Demeter, but you live with your mother, so that rules that out. Apollo likes a good party, but- Oh, Mr D! You're just in time: what's your opinion?" Chiron interrupted his spoken thoughts with a turn towards the side door, where a slightly portly man had just walked past, wearing cheetah-print pants and a purple shirt. He had a can of diet coke in his hand.

The man at the door- Mr D, I assumed, rolled his eyes, before looking me over, muttering something about irritating campers. He nodded once and smirked, before gesturing towards me with his coke-can and saying, "Mine." I guess this means that he's my dad, then. I shrugged- I could do worse. And he had a pretty good taste in clothes, as well as drinks.

Hank and Chiron exchanged shocked glances as Mr D said a, "see you 'round, kid." before continuing his way past the doors, taking a swig of his coke as he did. I smiled- my dad didn't seem too bad.

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