Kaitlyn smiled wearily.
"Yeah, dad I'm fine, I made it to the camp."
Her dad was speaking franticaly into the phone. "Look, just make ksure you stay there... don't go on any quests!"
He hung up.
"Okay?"
Kaitlyn Anderson stood just past a pine tree and a... dragon? Well that was weird... just like her dad...
"Hello!" She called. "Anybody care to tell me whats going on?"
"Hiya!" A teenaged guy walked up... he had goat legs.
"You're a fawn!" She screamed.
"I'm a Greek satyr not a Roman fawn but, yeah, that's the general idea, " he shrugged as though being half goat was totally normal. "Name's Underwood,Grover Underwood, you?"
"Kaitlyn Anderson," did this goat guy think he was James Bond? "Could you do me a favor and tell me WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?"
"Uh... okay what do you already?"
"Nothing."
"Oh... okay, well this is Camp Half Blood... uh, most of us here are either half bloods... half god, half mortal... human... and training to be a hero or they're not half bloods and are woodland magic... like me!"
"Well! That just clears everyrhing up!"
He sighed. "Come on!"
Somthing was up.
