There were several small fire pits in the center of the floor surrounding a huge one in the middle. 

"Hey whats that for? The fire? Its not just for keeping warm right?"

"You catch on quick. You see what those kids over there are doing?" he pointed to a group of kids scraping parts of their dinner into the fire. Looked pretty wasteful to me

"Wow is the food here really that bad?"

"No. Well yes, but no. That's an offering to the gods. Its not enough that they're omnipotent and all powerful.. they still need to feel appreciated." 

"Oh. So I need to do that? Even if I dont know who my parent is?" 

"Yep. Now cmon I need to take you to Chiron." 

"Chiron? Isnt that the name of that famous greek centaur?" I muttered, trying to remember the old greek myths my dad used to tell me before bed. 

"The one and only" i heard a deep voice say from behind us. I turned to see a brown but balding haired man sitting in a wheelchair. 

"Welcome to camp half-blood, Mason." He knew my name, but i didnt know him.

"How do you-" "I know all about you. Your father had informed me of your arrival a few weeks ago." 

Oh right. My dad. I wonder if he knew who my mom was.

"Im Chiron." The wheelchair dude (is it weird to call him "dude"?) "Im the activities director here at camp."

"Wait if you're Chiron.. are you a centaur? or is that too sensitive to ask"

"I am." And with that, he got out of his wheelchair and somehow his horse half was now shown. HOW DID HE FIT INTO THE WHEELCHAIR? I DONT KNOW

"Chiron, can he sit with me? Since he doesnt know who is godly parent is and i was the one who saved him."

"Yes yes thats fine now go eat dinner."

We walked away from chiron and we walked over to the buffet looking area

"Yum."