<div align="center"><em>The Second Victim</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>While the Naiads were mourning their sister and the demi-gods were enjoying their breakfast, the water in the Sound began to bubble again. The worst thing Chiron and Mr. D could have done was block off the view of the Sound from the camp and that's what they had done. Had they, instead, put up a guard rather than block the view, then the poor Satyr might have been spared.<br/><br/>As it was, the sun had rose and a small group of satyr had been assigned to watch over the barrier and ensure no campers got past it. Two of the three had run off chasing some wood nymphs that were teasing them under the assurance that the third satyr could handle a little camper wrangling if it came down to it. None of them expected to have to fight. Normally they were well armed, but this one only had his reed pipe. Most satyr would notice the scent of a monster slithering it's way up the sand of the shore and over the barricade, but this one was young and had never left the camp before. The scent of a monster could easily come from the forest. He couldn't yet tell the difference between a land monster and a water monster. Had the other two not left him alone, he might have survived the quick attack.<br/><br/>When the other two came back with sore heads from crashing into nymph trees they found his body half dragged over the thorny barricade. There were obvious thorn cuts to his half human body, but there were also suction marks and what appeared to be teeth marks all around his neck. It appeared that he may have tried to sound for help with his reed pipe as it was pressed to his lips, but the blood seeping from protruding skin in his cheeks let the other two know that the pipe had been shoved into his mouth. Blood pooled down his throat and could be smelt all over the place.<br/><br/>What was most distressing was the fact that his body looked like it had been there at least an hour and he'd yet to turn into flowers. An average satyr always turned into flowers when they died. All satyr were reborn as plants upon their death. The fact that this one hadn't meant that whatever did this to him wanted his body to be found. It also meant that his spirit would never be reborn. To a satyr, this was a terrible thing. All satyr wished to be reborn as a plant. It was as close to nature as they could possibly get. This one would never get to feel that joy. Instead they would have to bury his body and hope that the decay of his corpse would help other plants to grow one day.<br/><br/>The two had his body wrapped quickly and carried it quickly to Chiron who was standing behind Poseidon's cabin, really the only place in the camp to try and see the Sound. He was also hoping that the cabin might bring him some clues as to Zac's dream. Instead he was brought the body of a dead satyr. He unwrapped it and saw that there was a new message for the camp carved in the young creature's chest.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Walls of carnage surround your weakness<br/>Crash down like oceans, wait for the light<br/>In total darkness, drowning in bleakness<br/>Awaiting death's grip, cry out for life.<br/><br/>Apprehension runs down your chin<br/>Masticate it, suck those tears in<br/>Life's a battle, perpetual crusade<br/>One against all, time to wield the blade</em></div><br/>The Centaur sighed heavily. He couldn't believe this. Once again an innocent creature (though no where near as innocent as a Naiad) had been killed, "Go find Zachary Williams and Terry Holt. Tell them to come here at once," this was no longer a simple issue of the Sound. Whatever had attacked the Naiad had managed enough power to attack up to the shore now. Terry and Zachary were the most experienced in these issues and their cabins were the closest to the Sound. If the creature managed to get any further in, then it could attack the boys in their sleep.