<div align="center"><strong>Day Change - Blocking off the Long Island Sound</strong></div><br/><hr/><br/>By sunrise the next day, Camp was in full swing. Due to the magical barrier around the camp, it never rained or got cold unless it wanted to. Everyday was a perfect day. Just the right amount of clouds, just the right breeze, and just the right heat. The strawberry scent was heavy and everywhere experienced campers could be found doing their duties. There were bathrooms to be cleaned, stalls to be scooped, and weapons to be sharpened and polished. There was work to be done, but the satyr were a quick reminder that there was a lot of fun to be had as well. The sun was barely up and already there was at least one painful bleating satyr that ran into a tree from chasing a wood nymph.<br/><br/>Just before sunrise, Chiron galloped towards the Big House. The lifeless, fading body of a dead Naiad in his arms. Blue blood soaked through the white blanket he had wrapped around her to spare the nymphs and satyrs the horror that was her destroyed body. It was bad enough that the poor Naiad's sisters had to find her floating lifeless in the water. Since Naiads didn't serve Poseidon directly, no mystical forces had informed anyone of her death. It was only when her pale body floated into Canoe Lake near the arts & crafts center that the others found her. Her throat had been slit open, her body battered with suction marks, and bruises and cuts from being pushed along the creek by the current. The other Naiads had tried to clean her up a bit. Washing the dirt and blood from her hair and trying to stitch up her throat as best they could.<br/><br/>The centaur couldn't believe that this had happened. He couldn't imagine what kind of creature would kill a Naiad. They were generally peaceful. They didn't usually pick sides in battles, instead they chose to simply protect their water source. To kill a Naiad was to kill a river. Already the small bit of creek that branched off from the main river that went to the amphitheater was drying out. It was difficult to say how long the small stream of water would last with it's Naiad dead.<br/><br/>Mr. D was waiting at the Big House and opened the door for Chiron to slip in. He laid the body on the table and a few weepy eyed satyrs looked over it before leaving the room. This was one of the rare times that Mr. D looked completely serious and somber. The death of a spirit was a serious matter after all. Only another immortal could kill a spirit and only an evil creature would kill such a peaceful thing as a Naiad, "This is not good," and Mr. D agreed, "And neither is this..." Chiron uncovered her body and showed Mr. D her pale, bare chest. Carved into the once soft, flawless flesh were the words:<br/><br/><div align="center"><em><em>Within struggle, amidst horror<br/>Inside conflict, visceral war<br/>Make a stand here, vanquish all fear<br/>Don't hesitate, eradicate<br/><br/>Divided by destiny<br/>Torn between death and doom<br/>Destruction by decision<br/>Fate shows me my open tomb.</em></em></div><br/>It was carved from where the tear in her neck stopped all the way to the top of her pelvis. It was impossible to say if it was carved with a knife or something else. Her body had been sitting in the water for at least a day. The other Naiads all expressed fear in going out to the Sound. They said that all the fish had fled into the creeks and Canoe Lake, "The usual fish have abandon the Sound. Anything that can scare them away and kill a Naiad is powerful," Mr. D commented, "What do you make of this?" he pointed at the wording.<br/><br/>"Obviously two creatures.<em>Divided by destiny</em>. Two very angry creatures.<em>Torn between death and doom</em>. Also some kind of ocean monsters to breach through the Sound. Our boarder reaches out to the bay and the Naiads can't leave it. So she was killed in our boarders. A very powerful creature..." Chiron didn't like this one bit, "We should have the satyr block off the beach. I don't want the campers down there," Mr. D would have protested if the situation wasn't so serious.<br/><br/>Before Chiron left to gather the satyr, Mr. D gave one instruction, "Give the body back to her sisters. She deserves a burial in her creek," Chiron nodded and gathered the body back up. He had a few Satyr deliver the body back to her sisters before the campers could wake. Not much later a barricade of satyr grown weeds and thorns had the beach to the Sound blocked off. Naiads and Nymphs had gathered enough sticks and logs to make a small dam to keep the water from the Sound from coming into the river and Canoe Lake.<br/><br/>The smell of breakfast foods just barely overpowered the strawberries as a breeze brought it through the cabins. Those that didn't wake with the sun or smell of food were woken by the sound of a satyr blowing a large horn. Those that weren't woken by those, were left to sleep in and become the butt of pranks for sleeping in by their cabin mates. For now, Chiron wanted it to be kept a secret what had happened in the Sound. He knew people would question the barricades, but till Mr. D and himself figured it out he preferred the campers to be kept in the dark. Things never went unanswered for long and long time campers knew that.