The silence that had befallen Nadine’s unexpected speech was soon broken.  Around her, Alise could faintly hear the campers muttering over what had just occurred.  Some sounded worried; others sounded excited.  The satyress only felt dread.  A prophecy from a child of Hecate: it could only portend trouble ahead.  Like an exclamation point, a second omen, there was the sudden<span style="font-style: italic">Crack!</span>of thunder and a flash of light.  Through the spots in her vision, Alise could faintly make out a confident figure.  A man—tan skin color, confident stance—smirked down at the gaping campers.<br/><br/>“Am I too late for the song?” The man taunted to the assembly, seemingly ignorant of the carcass draped over his shoulder or the scene he had just interrupted.  A child of Zeus.<span style="color: springgreen"><span style="font-style: italic">Offspring of a king,</span></span>Pan forbid, a child of Zeus right after Nadine’s prophecy.  In the brief seconds before his appearance, she had hoped— None of Zeus’s progeny had graced Camp Half-Blood in the last century.  But no, as if summoned, one had appeared now.  The prophecy was starting<span style="font-style: italic">now</span>.<br/><br/>Over the rushing in her ears, she could hear Chiron requesting the named children—<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: springgreen">love, thievery, war, the king’s brothers</span></span>—to reconvene at the Big House.  Her charge and the other Nadine, Nadine Hunt, were requested as well.  The words were enough to spur her into action.  She mumbled her excuses to the camper she’d been speaking with through numb lips before fleeing in the direction of her charge.<br/><div style="text-align: center;">~~~</div><br/>Her inspection of the two curly haired boys, or more specifically the seats beside them, came to a halt when one of them stood up.  His fumbling words were cut off at a sudden crash beside her.  Nadine spun in that direction even as she shied away from the inevitable—she froze when no creature loomed over her.  No claws reached out to capture her; no one moaned of how sweet her flesh would taste.  Instead, a man smirked down at all of them, despite him standing below them all.  Somehow, his blasé confidence made her feel tiny, even tinier than she already was.  Her hands clenched nervously on her sleeves, wanting to run away but her legs refused to move.<span style="font-style: italic">’Scary..’</span><br/><br/>“Nadine!”  She jolted at the sudden call, her shoulders locked down by the sudden weight on them.  “Nadine. Are you okay?”  The young redhead slowly looked up into familiar brown eyes, feeling her shock trickle out of her.<br/><br/>The girl looked okay, Alise mused with a frown.  Campers were streaming around her back towards the dorms as they followed Chiron’s instructions.  Some gave her and Nadine unusual looks, but the satyress ignored them.<br/><br/><span style="color: springgreen">“I’m fine, Alise.”</span>As if just catching sight of the movement around her, Nadine lowered her head to look at all the leaving people.<span style="color: springgreen">“Is the campfire over already?”</span><br/><br/>“It’s.. being cancelled today, Nadine.”  Alise answered with a tight smile.  Nadine must have missed both Chiron’s words and her prophecy.  “But we’re going to the Big House now.  Chiron, do you remember Chiron?”  The satyress waited until her charge nodded hesitantly, muttering<span style="color: springgreen">“Pony man?”</span>, before continuing, “Chiron wants to talk with you and some others, okay?”<br/><br/><span style="color: springgreen">“Okay..”</span>Nadine assented as Alise took her hand and guided her to the ‘Big House.’  Routine had made the trek a familiar one to the satyress, so the two had little trouble finding the camp’s headquarters despite it being night.  When they arrived, Finn and his siblings were already present.  They were covering suspicious smiles so Alise tugged her charge away from them.  Another brunette also loitered by the table.  Catching sight of Chiron, Alise saw the centaur beckon her—and more specifically, her charge—closer to him.  With another painful smile, the satyress did as bade, parking the young demigod near the ‘head’ of the ping-pong table.<br/><br/>Nadine looked away from the funny shapes the wisps were making now that they’d stop moving.  She was standing in front of some large green table with a net strung across it.  Around it stood—the curly haired boy!  A pleased smile crossed her lips at the familiar sight; she recognized those curls!  (After all, she’d spent a long time staring at them trying to remember if he was the one she was supposed to sit by.)  Another boy with dark hair and red eyes was standing at the table as well, straightening the hair of a purple-haired girl.  Finally, it was the boy who’d tried to speak with her earlier.  Why were they here?  She was about to turn to ask Alise when a sound caught her attention.  Green eyes flashed in the direction of the door in time to see another silhouette arriving.