<div align="center"><em>Chiron</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>Chiron waited for the demi-gods to arrive. He hated to look at the mangled body of the satyr, but he knew he had to. He wished there was some way he could make the body go away and turn into a plant like it was supposed to. The centaur couldn't even begin to figure out the kind of power it would take to keep a satyr from being reborn. He wondered if Hades had ever encountered the soul of a satyr before. Surely the poor creature would have a good afterlife and not be left to wander aimlessly in the Underworld.<br/><br/>When the two were brought around, he stood to hide the body for the time being, "Terry, Zachary..." he said coldly, "Terry, as I'm sure you've noticed, access to the Sound has been blocked off. Zachary was informed of the reasons a little earlier. There was an attack on a Naiad and she was killed. We were attempting to block off the beach and water till we could find a way to stop whatever it is doing this, but it seems our simple blockade isn't going to work. We'll be needing to construct other means to keep the camp safe. Because not only are the campers and Naiads in danger...the satyr are too..."<br/><br/>With that, he stepped out of the way and let the boys see the mangled, broken, and cut body of the satyr. The reed pipe had been removed from it's mouth to keep the gruesomeness of it all down a little. He pointed to the message carved in it's chest, "We found a similar message carved into the Naiad's body. As you both know, his body should have turned into a plant by now. The fact that he hasn't should be proof of how much power or strength whatever is breaking through the Sound has. Had he not been left alone..." at which point the other two satyr looked down at the ground, "...he might have survived the attack. The plant barricade will only work for so long and so long as it's well guarded. I would like for you two to be part of the guard duty. Zachary, you can help suppress whatever is trying to break through and Terry, well, we know lightening doesn't mix well with water. I doubt we can stop it from this side, but at least we can hold it off till we know what it is. I'm going to have Elizabeth take a look at the messages and see what she can make of them. Once we know<em>what</em>we're dealing with, we can find a way to put a stop to it."<br/><br/>"I mostly asked you two here because your cabins are the closest to the shore. If any campers were to be attacked, it would likely be you two in your sleep," despite what some might think, Chiron did care about the campers. He knew all of their names, their favorite foods, their stories, and anything else about them that came up. He didn't like that they had to be put in danger. He even felt that the Gods were foolish in their reproductive habits. They used the demi-gods like tools and sometimes showed little to no affection or gratitude for their children. Even worse, they seemed to forget that the demi-gods were the legs they stood on. That's why Chiron did his best to make sure they were strong 'legs', "The last thing I want is for any camper to be found with the next message in their skin."<br/><br/>"I'd also not like to cause the younger children to panic. So I want this kept between us, Elizabeth, Mr. D, and the satyrs," the Naiads would likely not be showing themselves around much for a while, "Can you do that?"