Looking at the tables laden with food, of all different kinds, Harold felt and heard his stomach let out a loud, hungry growl.  "Um...Thank you..." Picking up a plate, he began to load it up with food, making sure to get a balanced meal.  Just because he was off at some 'camp' didn't mean he could neglect his health.  Once his plate was full, he limped his way over to the bonfire in the center.  He had noticed how most, if not all, of the other kids had thrown at least some portion of their meal into the fire, and believing it to be some sort of tradition and not wanting to offend anyone, he tossed in some of his own as well.  For a moment, he thought he felt the flames become hotter, brighter; and he could have sworn he had seen a face in them.  Blaming it all on his hunger, he made his way back to Chiron and sat down.<br/><br/>He ate quickly, wanting to get some food in his belly before unloading all his questions on the man..centaur.  Once he had demolished half his plate, he turned once more to look at Chiron.  "So, I guess the first question I have, is why does everyone keep calling me a Half-Blood?  What's a Half-Blood?  I met a girl, who referred to herself as a daughter of Ares, but that can't be true, right?  I mean, gods aren't real, they're just parts of mythology."