Chiron was playing pinnacle with Dionysus as usual, but he could feel something unusual about tonight.

Suddenly the smalled satyr, Grover, and two kids scrambled into the camp.

Grover passed out on the ground, the youngest child, a little blonde girl, fell down next to him. The two started crying.

The other child, a teenage blonde boy, stood lifelessly just staring at the tree growing in front of the border.

A large pinetree sprouted from the ground and grew to 50 feet in the air.

Chiron galloped over to the kids.

"She's... gone," the boy said, "Thalia..."

Chiron looked to Grover.

"What happened?" He said.

"She attracted some monsters on the way here, it was too much, she tried to fight them on her own, and, and.." Grover began to cry, "I'm a horrible satyr!"

The little girl stopped crying and started to comfort Grover.

He noticed on the young girls arm an alarming symbol.

The Trident of Posiedon.

"Come with me children, I'll explain everything in the morning," Chiron told the group, "for now you'll be sleeping in the Hermes cabin."

~

"Dionysus you know what this means," Chiron told the plump god, "Posiedon has sired a child."

"We just got out of the whole prophecy problem, the Zues girl is a tree. I don't wanna deal with another troubled kid," Dionysus complained.

"Do not speak of a dead demigod like that," Chiron said sternly.

"It's just that I don't want to deal with any more danger to this camp. Too much paperwork," Dionysus sighed.

"This poor child," Chiron said, "Annabeth. She just lost her friend and now her future will be flipped upside down. All because of  a damn trident tattoo."