One of a Crowd.
When the water fell on face in the morning, I wasn't alone. My eyes snapped open as I checked the area. The tall pine trees stood very still. None of the rocks moved which I thought was a good sign. Once what I thought was a rock turned out to be a Cyclops. That was a nasty fight. The small rock cave where I had spent the night looked dry. Even though it had rained most of the night. My bag lay next to me. The purple fabric only revealed some clothes and food. The other stuff was buried in deeper. Like my gold drachma and my shield. My sword lay next to me in the ground. I picked it off a monster a couple of years ago. I looked around for the source of the water , but I still couldn't see anything. I reached for my sword. Then, I heard it. The soft sound of pipes playing. That wasn't good. The last pipe playing monster I picked a fight with nearly took off my leg. Slowly, I crept to the edge of the cave. I tried to get a good look at where the sound was coming from. Above the cave, I could barely make out the shale of hooves standing on the dew covered moss. Crap. The song coming from the pipes seemed to pull me out wards. I felt calm and steady. My natural instincts told me to resist. I fought the spell from the pipes. Quickly, i jumped out of the cave and pointed my sword at the creature. My blond hair was flying around my face. On top if the rock, half-goat, half-human goat thing sat. He had curly hair and what looked like a goatee. He looked kind of bored. "Drop your weapons. " he said calmly. I didn't move. There was no way I was going to listen to some sort of cross-breed. "Please lower your weapon. " the thing said again. I rolled my eyes. "We both know there is no way that's happening. Start talking. What are you?" I asked. Seriously? What kind of freak of nature was Half-goat? "I'm a Satyr. You are a half-blood. I need to get you to camp. So I would really appreciate it if you cooperated and dropped your sword. " the creature said. Great, Now this thing was going to kiddknapp me and drag me off to some camp. Half-blood? The word rang through my mind. I was a what? "What's a half-blood?" I asked suspiciously. The satyr groaned. "I really hate it when you demigods know nothing. Ok you're a demigod or a half-blood. One of your parents is a geek god the other was a mortal. I'm a satyr. We are the protectors. We go out and find all of the Demigods and bring them to Camp half-blood. There we train you to survive. " the goat thing explained. I lowered my weapon. Not because he told me to, but because I was in shock. I had been on the run for almost three years now. As far as I was concerned I had no parents. Now this satyr said I was half-god. "You've got it wrong. My parents are dead. I ran away from an orphanage. " I explained. The satyr sighed. "So sad. Do you want me to play a misery song? That's how it always is. Demi-gods can't seem to make things easy for themselves. Alrighty then we better get moving. " the satyr said. He hopped down off the rock and started to trample through the pine tree forest. That was one of the reason i loved New York. The tall pine tree forest was perfect protection from monsters. I had spent the last six months traveling around this area. The satyr looked back at me. "Well? Are you coming?" he asked. I sighed and picked my bag up off the ground. I kicked my sword up into my hand. This was the first lead I had in months to finding my real parents. It had become a hobby of mine. When you're on the run from monsters you need something to keep you from going crazy. My something was my real parents. I had never met them. All I knew was that my mom died giving birth to me. For all I knew my dad was dead too. That didn't stop me from searching for him. The satyr broke me from my thoughts. "How old are you kid?" he asked. I kept my head up high. My age didn't really matter to me. "14 in December," I said. It was august now. The leaves on the trees were just starting to change color. The beautiful colors always kept me happy. "Not Cool. You should have been found already. And you have been on the run for how many years?" he asked. Man, this guy had a lot of questions. "3 that I lived in an orphanage in Mississippi. I left after the head mistress of the orphanage threatened to call the cops because I almost drowned some kid in a pool. In my defense he deserved it. " I muttered. The satyr laughed. "I'm sure he did. My names Keagen. Senior protector. We go after the powerful Demi-gods. Sometimes go on quest. The fun stuff ya know?" he explained. Quest? senior Protector? The words jumble din my head that was probably the ADHD. I hated that disease with a burning passion. "I'm Tessa. How far away is this camp?" I asked. We were almost out of the forest. My survival skills kicked in. I kept my eyes peeled for any monsters. "It's down by New York city. We can make it there in a couple of days. I know a guy that can get us a bus ride. "The satyr explained. I still clenched my sword in my fist. This wasn't over. It was just the beginning.