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She could not see the bright red light floating on top of her. She could only see the glint of the dark, dark red color.

Her dark eyes followed the light, trying to capture any information on what the hell was going on

"Mirren, Malcolm- oh dear!" Annabeth exclaimed as she ran towards her.

"What's - what's happening?" Mirren asked frantically as her hands reached to the bright light.

"You're getting claimed," Malcolm said,"But who claimed you. . ."

"Malcolm, we have to bring her to Chiron," Annabeth said fastly.

Their hands dragged Mirren down the Archery range, the Cabins, the Dining Pavilion. The red light was gone but she could still feel the tingles.

Was she supposed to be claimed that fast? Isn't it unfair to the kids residing in the Hermes cabin for days, weeks, months, that they were not claimed first? She had only stayed for a day and she hadn't done a thing that would make her godly parent proud.

So why the hell is she claimed? Why the hell is she being dragged to Chiron?

They reached the Big House and Malcolm stops.

"You guys should go in," Malcolm stated, "I'm waiting outside."

He walked around the Big House and sat on one of the benches.

"Annabeth, am I - am I in trouble? For my godly parent?" she questioned nervously, biting her inner cheeks.

Annabeth turned around, speaking softly, "No, no. It's just that-"

"What seems to the the problem, Ms. Chase?"

"She got claimed," Annabeth said, "do you feel it?"

Chiron looked at Mirren curiously from his wheelchair. He didn't study her body, he studied something beyond it. The aura around her glowed, and became more prominent to the centaur.

"I see," he furrowed his brows, "Annabeth, you did not think that she can cure-"

"Okay, what mumbo-jumbo are you talking about here? What is it about my parent? What can I cure?"

"Lets talk more inside." Chiron said firmly.

Chiron led them into the Big House, where a couple of sofas were located.

"Lemon tea, Ms. Dane?"

"Mirren, and yes please."

She poured herself a cup of iced lemon tea, even though it was cold as snow, her body warms up to the taste of home.

"Perhaps, you are wondering what we were talking about." Chiron said with patience in his voice.

"Hm, just a little." Mirren said in between her sips of lemon tea.

"Well, your father doesn't have much children, much less daughters - "

"Demigod or, like, divine children?" she slipped in Chiron's speaking, which she knew was rude.

Chiron just smiled at her curiosity, "Both, he rarely has demigod daughters. He rarely has demigod children, period. There was reason to it, Mirren. The last time he had a demigod daughter was. . ." Chiron trailed off, as if trying to remember the exact date.

"1895," Annabeth stated, surprising Mirren. Annabeth had been so silent, she forgot that there was another person. "That was the last time Dionysus had a demigod daughter."

"Woah, hold up. My dad is the Wine dude?" Mirren exclaimed. "No wonder my mom was attracted to him." she whispered the last part.

"Mirren, the problem is, he is not only the God of Wine. He is the God of Madness," Annabeth drowned her in words.