The weather was pretty bad for this time of year in Victoria, Australia. Considering it was nearing the end of January, and summer was still in full motion. Therefore making it poor conditions for a young Satyr to be running around the state, on the lookout for two Half-Bloods.
Grover Underwood, the Satyr in question, had been in Australia, looking for Pan, the lost God of the Wild, when he had been contacted by Half-Blood Hill, a camp for Half-Bloods, the children of the Olympians and humans. Word was, that these two Half-Bloods had progressed substantially in their talents, making them prime targets for monster attacks, even though Australia was basically void of any monsters.
Grover walked around a corner of a small Victorian town called Williamstown, where the two Half-Bloods had been located. Well, located to the point that they knew their location, but apart from that, nothing else at all about them. Not even their gender's or who their Olympian parents were.
The satyr sniffed the air. Dammit I can't find them…Grover thought, as he couldn't detect their 'scent'. He moved on, finding a nice Ice Cream shop. He decided it wouldn't hurt to get an ice cream, after all, it was a hot day.
As Grover walked into the Ice Cream store, two boys, who were both fifteen walked past the shop, and kept heading to a nearby park. The taller of the two yawned. "Ayden, this place is boring, there's nothing to do here." Marcus stated plainly. Ayden, his smaller companion, nodded in agreement. "I agree, but I just felt like coming here today….I don't know why, I just felt like it, I guess." Ayden answered.
Ayden was dressed in a nice black leather jacket, with a white stripe that circled the upper part of his torso, just underneath the armpits of the jacket. The stripe was bordered with blue. Added to that, he wore a Air Force blue shirt underneath it. He wore a pair of denim ¾ pants aswell. He also wore a pair of midnight blue, Converse All Stars.
Marcus was dressed in a Black sleeveless top, showing off his muscles. Added to that, he wore white board shorts. His black, long curly hair bouncing as they walked. His sneakers hit the ground in a rhythm.
Marcus, was taller than Ayden by about 5 inches, but both boys were around 6 foot. Ayden was 5'10 and Marcus was about 6'2.
Ayden brushed his long, brown hair out of his piercing, tawny-gold eyes. "You know, this day hasn't been completely fruitless," he began, catching the eyes of a passing girl. Marcus rolled his eyes at Ayden. "I mean, this place does have a few good looking girls." Ayden finished, winking at his friend.
Ayden was a handsome young man, a fact that he liked to gloat about over his tall friend. Marcus just put up with his friend and punched him, hard, whenever Ayden got to annoying.
At that moment, Ayden noticed something. There was a large man following them. And he was very large, and not fat large, muscle large. Ayden just smirked.
Both boys were quite strong, and it had always been that way. They just kept walking, but Marcus glanced over his shoulder, his very dark brown eyes scanning the man. "He's been following us for ages…something's up, and I don't like it." Marcus commented, flexing his muscles.
Ayden nodded, his face losing its carefree expression. "Let's lose the sucker." Ayden suggested, breaking into a run, heading towards an alleyway. Marcus grinned, and ran after Ayden, who was more agile and faster than Marcus.
The man tailing them also broke into a run, chasing after the two fifteen year olds.
Grover, who had been watching the boys, nearly dropped his Ice Cream as he realized what was happening. The boys were being chased by a Minotaur, and that could only mean one thing. Those boys were the two Half-Bloods he was looking for.
He moaned, if he didn't act soon, they would be monster lunch, even though he couldn't understand how, or why the minotaur was here in the first place. Grover rolled his eyes and ran after the other three, hoping he wouldn't be too late.
Ayden looked over his shoulder and what he saw nearly made him ruin his ¾ pants. They were being chased by a large, hulking creature, that looked like a bull, except it was standing on it's hind legs, and its front legs were hands, instead of hooves.
Then he recognized it, as Ayden had always shown an interest in Mythological creatures. Dammit…a minotaur…but I thought they were just make believe… Ayden thought.
"Marcus, it's a friggin Minotaur! We're so screwed!" Ayden yelled, as he stopped running. Ayden turned to face the creature. Marcus turned around and saw the beast as well. "Crap! You're right! But, I thought they weren't real!" Marcus answered, coming to stand next to Ayden. Ayden nodded. "Guess we were wrong, lets take this freak…on 3!" Ayden yelled. Marcus nodded. "3!!" they both yelled, charging the minotaur.
Ayden's fist caught on fire, as he punched the Minotaur with all his strength. "Take that, you overgrown cow!" Ayden yelled, throwing a kick into the mix. Marcus just spear tackled the beast, sending them both to the ground. "Now Ayden, do your thing!" Marcus yelled. Ayden nodded, setting his hands on fire. "You play with fire… you're gonna get burned." Ayden taunted sending balls of fire at the minotaur rapidly, hoping to hurt it.
The minotaur roared with pain, and threw Marcus off of it. It didn't seem to be hurt, just mad. "Oh crap." The boys said in unison.
At that stage, Grover raced around the corner. Oh No! They're almost Monster meat! The young satyr thought.
That was when Marcus had a cunning plan. He grabbed a nearby streetlight pole, and started lifting. He couldn't lift it. "Ayden, help, now!" he cried. Ayden nodded, and ran over to help his friend. Together they managed to lift the metal pole out the ground. "Ok, die bullboy!" They yelled, swing the pole hard at the minotaur's head.
It was a direct hit, killing the beast instantly. It began to fade away, and the boys dropped the pole on the ground.
"That was close," Marcus began. "Too close." Ayden finished, as their attention was caught by Grover, who looked like a regular teenager to them. Grover gulped. He had never seen two teenagers take on a Minotaur with their bare hands and live to tell the tale. "Well, I've come to take you to somewhere you can call home." Grover answered.
Ayden and Marcus had a puzzled look on their faces. Sure, they were both orphans, but they had enough money to survive and they just lived around, going where they wanted. "Where?" they asked at the same time. Grover grinned.
"To a place where Half-Bloods such as yourselves can be taught to fight and defend themselves from monsters such as this," he began, indicating to where the minotaur had been. "To Half Blood Hill." Grover finished, smiling.