When the full population of demigods arrived, it would be pretty crowded around the campfire. Year after year half-blood population had been at an influx. Especially with all of the gods now having to claim their children by the time they were thirteen. New cabins were being built, Satyrs had been finding newbies at a much higher pace, and it was busier more than ever. Of course, nearly zero kids from the Ares cabin ever showed up until the last precious seconds until the singalong started. Many other demigods did the same, though were individuals instead of groups, generally. Though, as all the voices chatting about suddenly hushed, Aaron had a strong feeling that there wasn't going to be a singalong tonight.<br/><br/>No one spoke as her eyes glowed an eerie green in the night. Her voice echoed like that of one that some may imagine as a witch. It must have been what the Oracle of Delphi sounded like, because some kids were certainly more shocked than others. Aaron didn't start putting pieces of the puzzle in his head immediately, he had never heard any oracle or prophecy in the past. The idea in general shook him, just thinking that the fates often truly played their hand was something he didn't like to think about.<br/><br/>Surely enough, the silence didn't break, as the girl simply walked forward as though nothing had happened.<span style="font-style: italic">She seriously has no clue?!</span>Aaron mused, though he supposed it wasn't really her fault. She was practically a vessel, at least, as it seemed. The Hermes kids were generally the ones that pulled pranks, and while some were pretty big, they never amounted to a degree of seriousness this large. It seemed as though everyone was still processing what was happening, maybe even a few were speculating what it all meant.<br/><br/>Aaron finally stood up, true to his cabin, to get involved in something that would probably be better if he stayed out of. With no violence or rage involved, he was hopeful he'd be able to get out of this one without a scratch. The Ares cabin were no strangers to being shameless and displaying whatever they pleased in front of others. He walked up to the girl that had just moments ago channeled some sort of oracle. "You should... take a seat. You just, uh-" Aaron began, attempting to be as kind as he knew how to be. However, he didn't get to finish his sentence.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">CRACK!</span></span></span></span></span><br/><br/>Between the echoing sound of the thunder and the light, general fear and panic took over for a moment to most of the campers that were present, even a few screams. There hadn't been a cloud and the sky, and within the magical barriers of the camp, the weather was whatever the leaders wanted it to be, nobody had ever seen a bolt of lightning anywhere near Camp Half Blood. Some campers had their ears covered, it was a lot louder than a gun shot in Aaron's opinion. Others were simply frozen. There may have been some admirers from the Aphrodite cabin, though Aaron didn't notice.<br/><br/>Aaron himself covered his eyes with his arm, holding back a curse at the sudden echo of noise, he panicked, but kept composure. He wasn't sure what was eating at him more, that he was impressed by the manticore draped over him or that he wasn't happy with the sudden lightning out of nowhere.<br/><br/>"Am I too late for the song?" The son of Zeus asked, making the same kind of appearance he'd had in the past, as very rare as it was.<br/><br/>A sigh could be heard from outward of the fire, where a centaur could be seen.<span style="color: #FFFFFF">"I'm afraid the singalong will be canceled for the night."</span>Chiron spoke, who'd remained silent through both happenings. Chiron was a centaur, he was a horse from the lower body down and a human for the upper body. He'd been mentioned in many myths and lived on to this day, though only served as an important figure in Camp Half Blood in his more recent years.<br/><br/>More and more children started showing up, and chatter began, it became clear that something had happened, to the kids that were just arriving.<span style="color: #FFFFFF">"That's enough!"</span>Chiron declared, requesting the silence of the campers, which was gladly given.<span style="color: #FFFFFF">"I require the presence of the children of Aphrodite, Hermes, Ares, and Hades that were present to hear Nadine's words. Along with them, I also am in need of the presence of Nadine Ellis and Nadine Hunt. Please, report to the Big House immediately."</span>He inquired, to those that naturally respected him. While there was still someone that didn't owe him any respect whatsoever.<span style="color: #FFFFFF">"Makednos, would you please accompany me to the Big House as my personal guest?"</span>Chiron requested.<br/><br/>Sudden bursts of rogue thoughts assaulted Aaron's mind as he realized he was the only child of Ares that was present. He certainly was up to the task of representing the Ares cabin, but to be solo while doing it was always a task taken seriously. The last person he looked to before beginning the short walk to the Big House was the eldest in his cabin, Murphy.<br/><br/>The walk was short, but Aaron had plenty to think about. In his time here, he'd never witnessed an oracle speak. Even though he'd accepted that he was half god, and he knew how to ride flying horses, some things were still surreal in this world. He stood around a ping-pong table in the Big House while he waited for everyone else to arrive.