Capítulo 3: A New Breeze
"Alright… What's your name?" Venti asked again, addressing the horse-man who was escorting him down the dirt road.
"Chiron."
The bard noted how peculiar the name sounded, at least by Mondstadt's standards.
"And you are… what, exactly?" Venti asked again, his curious gaze unwavering.
"A centaur," Chiron replied. Noticing Venti's confused expression, he added, "Half-man, half-horse."
"Ohhh, so that's it."
As Venti observed the surroundings, he was utterly bewildered.
He saw teenagers walking around in strange clothes, and the architecture was so different—completely unlike Mondstadt or anywhere else in Teyvat. There were massive U-shaped buildings, each with its unique flair, and a grand semicircular structure that he guessed might be an arena.
A sense of déjà vu hit him.
Yes, that's what Venti felt now. It hadn't been long since he'd had a pleasant chat with Aether about the countless worlds he had traveled to. Though the details were hazy—thanks, no doubt, to the delightful dandelion wine—it wasn't hard to recall.
It wasn't his fault he'd been drunk during that conversation.
In any case, he vaguely remembered a world with architecture somewhat like this.
The bard was in shock, his mind working harder than ever to piece together this puzzling situation. Finally, the realization dawned on him. Venti stopped walking, his gaze fixed on some distant point, and murmured to himself.
"This is bad. Very bad," he whispered like the wind.
Chiron, who may or may not have overheard Venti's muttering, simply continued walking toward a large sky-blue house.
Sitting in a chair at a table, Venti waited. A few minutes earlier, Chiron had left to fetch the camp's director, which Venti had learned was what this place was—a camp.
During that time, Venti gathered all the information he had.
**First:** He was no longer in Teyvat.
That much was evident from the people's clothing and the architecture around him. And, of course, there was Chiron, who was literally half-horse. Such a peculiar sight wouldn't go unnoticed, not even by the most distracted bard.
**Second:** He didn't know how to return to Teyvat.
This was a matter for later. First, he needed to learn more about the world he found himself in.
**Finally:** Why was he here?
This was a question to which Venti had no answer. The only thought that came to his mind was *destiny*, but what could destiny possibly want with him, someone who cherished freedom above all else?
"Cursed and delightful dandelion wine for muddling my thoughts," he murmured to himself, a wry smile playing on his lips.
Deep down, however, he knew it was entirely his own fault. He really hadn't needed to drink so much that day.
Suddenly, the office door burst open, revealing a burly man with a red nose and dark curly hair so black it reflected purple hues. He wore a striped shirt with dark stains and garish purple shoes that clashed with everything around him.
"A girl? But you said it was a boy!" the man exclaimed, his voice brimming with irritation.
"M-Mm-but I *am* a boy!" Venti stammered, his cheeks burning with embarrassment at being mistaken for a girl.
The man raised an eyebrow, examining the bard from head to toe with a skeptical look before moving to his chair. Chiron followed close behind, seeming accustomed to the eccentric behavior of his companion.
"So, my dear Chiron, could you explain this dreadful situation that pulled me away from my precious game of pinochle?" the man asked, his tone dripping with boredom and disdain.
Chiron nodded and began explaining, detailing everything from the moment he found Venti to the bard's bewildering arrival at Camp Half-Blood.
"So, my young boy-girl, what's your name again?" the man, now identified as Mr. D, asked, an ironic smile tugging at his lips.
"Venti, sir," the bard replied, choosing to ignore the way he'd been addressed.
Venti decided his best course of action was to cooperate, answering questions and, if possible, gathering information about this strange world. Although he found it ironic to address someone as "sir," considering he was probably older than everyone there, he deemed it unwise to antagonize them.
Apparently, calling him "sir" had the desired effect. The satisfied smile on Mr. D's face was evidence enough.
"Like the storm spirits?" Chiron asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
The question piqued Venti's interest. He made a mental note: this world had spirits too, like Teyvat. Perhaps they could help him understand this place better or even find a way back home.
"I don't know anything about that," Venti replied to the centaur, though he had already taken a liking to him.
"As I suspected, you're not from around here. Judging by your outfit and instrument, I'd guess you're from Germany or some nearby country."
"Yes," the bard replied, improvising the lie. He had no idea what Germany was but preferred to keep his secret intact until he understood this world better.
"So tell me, *Ventos*, how did you get here?"
"My na—" Like a gentle breeze, Venti fell silent, catching the centaur's gaze warning him not to contradict Mr. D.
"Ahem. Well, I don't remember much, only that I woke up in a strange forest. Then I met the centaur gentleman standing beside you."
Mr. D, who had been observing the conversation, frowned for a moment but soon looked bored again. With a lazy gesture, he conjured what looked like a round cup. Venti found it peculiar, as it wasn't made of glass but some strange material—perhaps plastic. Without ceremony, Mr. D began to drink.
"That wasn't elemental power," Venti murmured to himself, intrigued. It didn't resemble any type of magic or ability he had seen before.
"If he passed through Thalia's barrier, that means he's like the other campers," Chiron said, glancing at Mr. D.
Mr. D grimaced, muttering something inaudible before declaring with evident disgust, "Great. Another one of those wretched heroes."
"Am I missing something?" the bard asked, more confused by the turn the conversation had taken.
"What I mean to say, Venti, is that you're a demigod," Chiron replied with a smile.
"W-what?!" Venti shouted, utterly stunned.
REFLEXIONES DE LOS CREADORES 
Ymir67
Ymir67 So here are the answers that will clarify this chapter and Fanfic:
Why didn't Dionysus discover that Venti is a god? Simple! Because even though he is a God, the gods of Genshi Impact are different from the Riodanverse and, in addition, Venti was in disguise.
How powerful is Venti comparing the gods of the Riodanverse? As I said in the second chapter, Venti here is at his peak and following tradition and achievements. He is on the same level as Apollo and the other most powerful Olympians, but being inferior to the big three, perhaps only Morax can compare to them, besides the dragons, of course.
And finally, will there be a relationship? To be honest, I don't know, but if I get a chance in the future, I'll take it.
If you have any questions, comment so I can answer them in the next chapters.
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