The Child of Apollo
Chatper 1
Finding the Satyr

She jumped over a pile of hay and huffed. Her bow at her side as she ever so quietly pulled one out. The curve bow served as an excellent holder for her arrow. Which were painted with her favorite color. Purple. So they were easy to find in the forest when she went hunting. The jagged top of it slightly tapped into the ground as she leaned over the pile of hay. The monster was sniffing for her. The hay pile gave her some coverage but not much. She slowly pulled the arrow back. Hoping it would pierce the fur, not like the other arrows made any way to pierce it then. She had to think of something to kill it. Or it was going to kill her first.

She looked over the hay pail again and saw it lock eyes with her. It's golden snout growled at her as she suddenly got an idea. As she stood up, she aimed her arrow just before his snout. Looking right at his nose. She smirked and let the arrow fly, sticking right into the nostril. The monster howled and opened his snout wide enough for her to quickly load another arrow into her bow. Aiming it quickly as she let it fly into its mouth.

It screamed and fell to the ground. Shaking at first but then soon dying completely. She huffed and walked cautiously over to it. Poking it with her foot. It didn't look alive anymore so she shrugged and reached down the take the arrow out of its nose. The other one was long gone.

Once she was finished with that monster, she descided to turn around and held in the other direction. Almost immediately looking straight at a goat's behind. She smirked, realized she hadn't eaten in a while, so she readied another arrow. Aiming it at the goat as it started to move. She squinted and quickly shot the arrow. Suddenly hearing a yelp and the goat ran off. But this yelp seemed more human then animal.

"Do you have any idea how much that hurts?" a voice said. It was a boy's voice, coming somewhere close. She blinked and stared at the place where the goat was, her arrow slightly poking out of behind a tree, as she saw a hand reach around the pull it out. Hearing another yelp.

Turning, she started to load another arrow as she shouted "Show yourself, monster!" her voice echoed throughout the forest trees. She must have scared it somewhat because she hear a jump.

"Don't shout! You'll attract more! And I'm not a monster, I'm a mythical creature." the voice muttered as it started to come into view. She blinked and stepped back. Unable to resester what she just saw. "What? Have you ever seen a satyr before?" the creature snapped as he saw her gaze at him.

"No no no, well, no I haven't seen a satyr before. Uhm, what are you and who are you?" she asked, hoping it wasn't too rude of a question.

"I'm a satyr, which is half goat half man. I'm here to bring you to camp half-blood. I'm Sal Wildflower, at your servious." Sal said as he bowed awkwardly. His little goat tail stood high. She couldn't help but giggle. Sal seemed to notice this as he squinted and said "It is rude to giggle at a bow, you know."

"No, I was giggling at your tail. Its so cute!" she said with a small voice, still slightly giggling as Sal straightened his stance.

"Well, I can't say much about that." he said, scratching the back of his head. "But, anywho, we must be going, I have to get you back at camp soon, or Chiron will have my behind. Like you almost did to me." he said, showing his behind again with a big, red spot.

She blinked and stepped back. "How do I know you're not going to kill me?" she asked with a small voice.

"Of course not! I'm not a Nemean like that guy you killed. Nice shot by the way." he said, looking at the golden heap of skin. "You know, once you kill a Nemean, the skin is only left and is great armor." he said, crossing his arms and gestured to the skin. "Go on, take it."

She hesitated at first, but then soon reached down and picked it up. It was slightly heavy but she swung it over her shoulders. Suddenly it wasn't heavy anymore. It felt nothing more then a feather. "Oh wow." she said in delight.

"Now, want to quickly tell me your name so I can call you properly instead of something inproper?"

"Sure, Jannet. Jannet Soturi."

-End of Chapter One-