First story, and I got it submitted as soon as possible. Hee hee, I couldn't wait. Hope that you readers like it. :)

This takes place after BotL.

Oh, and I DO NOT own the PJO series. Why? Well, for one simple matter, I'm a girl... but I own Snow.

"Uh...."

I groaned as my eyelids pulled apart. I blew a clump of messy, annoying black hair off of my face. Even that took effort. Instantly regretting it, I shut out sight, closing my stupid eyes... stupid world, stupid monsters, stupid gods, stupid everything. I was stuck here... for now.

You see, I'd just gotten attacked by a Sphinx last night. Go ahead, laugh at my 'imagination'. I don't care. I've seen worse.

I didn't dare turn over, or touch my chest, rippling with pain. I had to get to water. "Waaaater....." It sounded like all three Furies had ripped half of my vocal chords out. Well, they nearly did that before. I get why they keep on attacking me... but who said that I liked it? The monsters, I mean. Oh, great, now I guess that you're going to start laughing at me again.

I felt another presence in the dark cave. I hoped that it wasn't another monster. I opened my eyes again, painfully, and averted them to the area where I heard some clicking, like when a horse trots across a house's wooden floor. A stench of goat suddenly slithered into my nose, making a shiver run down my spine. Whatever this thing was, it must've hauled me into this cave. Now that I thought about it, I could feel bandages on every wound... except my chest.

Just thinking about it made me nauseous.

I tried to stagger up, and almost succeeded, despite the aching pain. I pleaded silently to who-knows-what to help the pain go away. Nope. I failed utterly. I could tell that the goat thing was staring at me now.

I used my bare hands, for just a little support. As I sat up, finally, a wave of pain soared through my body. I ignored it. I willed myself to stand up, but it seemed like I was trying to climb a 50 foot Cyclopes that was trying to eat me. But eventually, I got up.

The goat thing was annoying me. Its scent wasn't like a normal goat's, and it started trotting to behind me. My left eyelid twitched over my brown eye. I tensed and stiffened, praying that it would just mind its own business. It didn't.

"Hey don't wor-" said a male human's voice. I knew immediately that it was a satyr. How could I be so stupid? Like everything. Everything was stupid. I felt that now familiar fire within me. I interrupted.

"Wha..... what do you want... from me?" Stupid voice. It now sounded like all of the monsters of Tartarus had come to personally torture my neck. I sounded weak and pathetic, though not scared, at least. Funny? Well, I bet that you'll change your mind, sooner or later. Because I felt like that, too. I choked on my words, regretting what I'd done. I wondered if I'd ever be able to speak again.

"Nothing," the satyr replied. For some reason, I wanted to listen. Not my character. The fire scorching my heart kept me awake. "My name's Grover. Did you say that you needed.... wa-water?" I didn't know why he was so shaky. Then again, maybe I did. He might've thought that I was a daughter of Poseidon. Uh, no. I had this feeling... that I wouldn't have a half-sibling anytime soon.

"Yeah," I replied. Another weakening shiver ran through my spine, though I was more confident now. My voice was stronger too, but Grover didn't feel any different, apparently.

"Uh, there's a lake out there." I nodded hesitantly, and started heading down there, but Grover started backing me up. I was annoyed at first, but I realized that I actually enjoyed someone caring. Hmph.

The small lake stretched out in front of me. I looked into it hesitantly, watching for Naiads. None. I dived in without another word.

Ah, the beauties of water. As I floated to the bottom, fish skirted around, whispering, Could it be? Daughter of him? and, Oh, another Lord! Praise, for she has come to us! and, well, you get the point. I liked the attention, and smiled for the first time in months. Then, an otter came up to me, blinking. It must've gotten a little lost from the river connected to the lake. Don't ask how I knew that there was a river. I was now almost fully healed, except for the wound in my chest. It was only half healed, deep claw marks still stretching across. I sighed, and thought of the red shirt with two white stripes lining the middle, and an 'X' sprouting from where the chest was meant to be, in my pocket.

I took a look around, then found a small, dark cave embedded in the lake boundaries. Perfect. I quickly stole a visit inside and came out in the new shirt and jeans. I said all of my goodbyes to the animals, and clambered out of the lake.

Grover's eye twitched. "I know, I know, I'm almost," I winced at my wound, "....almost fully recovered... and I took about ten minutes down there. I assure you, I'm not a daughter of Poseidon." Grover looked scared and relieved at the same time.

"I know about the gods and monsters. I know that you're a satyr. My name is K-" Wait a minute.... no real names now. "Snow. My name is Snow. And my father...." Thunder boomed in the sky. Grover looked at me. But before I could say what I wanted to say, I blacked out.

So... what's to happen next? Go ahead and give me ideas. I won't bite. Or maybe Snow will...