A/N: Just to pass the time, I made this. Kinda lame, though. And I have no more ideas for my other story. Nico isn't here yet. But he will be, on the next chapter. (JSYK, this event is happening in The Titan's Curse.) Whoo! R&R, guys. Thanks.

A Satyr was half-man and half-goat. What freaked me out was that the gust of wind immediately blew the pages as Ben approached me. Sure, it might seem like it was totally random, but now I'm just suspicious.

What if Greek Mythology does exist? It would be a major "holy crap" moment for everyone, I'm sure.

"Ben, I feel different." We were walking towards an ice cream parlor. Ben knew the store's owner, so he gets discounts.

"Try to be normal. I know it's hard, but please. It'll make your life a little less of hell to begin with."

"Okay, so there was this big gust of wind in the library. It was weird, because the windows were closed. It went to the page entitled "Satyr". I'm just curious, but can I see your legs?" I asked, totally staring at him so he would have no reason to lie straight at my face.

"I'm human, Cassidy! Sheesh." Totally annoyed, but he broke into a sweat, not looking back at me. He usually does that when he's nervous about something.

So, on with what happened. It was only the early afternoon. The teacher's dismissed us as early as possible, seemingly because they want to escape school as well. Ben and I had a banana split. I avoided talking about Greek Myths because it'll only make me sound stupid.

Soon, Ben and I went home. But it was delayed, because I saw the "little people" again.

"Ben, there they are! Those little guys!" I exclaimed, happy because I can get to prove to Ben that I'm not crazy. A bit scared, because holey sheet of paper, I can see them.

Ben looked as shocked as I was, staring at me then to those pygmy things.

The pygmy that looked older, because he had a mustache and a white beard, pointed at me and said, "Aye, the lass can see us!"

The other one, because they were a pair, replied "Through the Mist? Impossible!"

Then they went straight towards us. I went behind over Ben, concerned for my safety, which seemed both cowardly and selfish. What are they gonna do to us?

"Oy, satyr! Yer little friend seems scared!" They laughed. "Can't she seem we're harmless?" They sounded like they had an Irish accent, or it seemed close.

Ben shook hands with them, and started conversing in a language I didn't understand. Hello, I can only speak English! Oh, and Pig Latin, too. Ben then, sighed. "Yeah, Cass. These are Pygmies. Greek Mythology is real. You happy?"

Oh, I was far from happy. I felt downright mind blown. What kind of dream was this? Weird much. And what was more, there was flock of cranes coming down at us!

"The cranes, they're back!" screamed the two pygmies, dragging both me and Ben along with them. Their tiny legs were really fast, so we stumbled behind them. They were pretty strong, too, which was weird.

The cranes were swooping down at us. And it really hurt, because they were catching up and were pecking like crazy. They tore at my jeans and it ripped. Aw, crap. How was I gonna explain this to my parents?

I could have shouted something like, "Get away from us!" or "Someone, help!" but all I did was scream an unintelligible "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Life is officially weird now. Heck, would I even survive life to find out if it's really all worth it? Why are these things happening to me?

I waited for things to be over. I closed my eyes and waited things out. And when I opened them, I saw that we were back at our front yard, me and Ben, and no little people around. I saw garden gnomes.

"Ben? Why are we back here?" I stared. Ben was a stark contrast to me; I was looking panicked while he looked like the perfect epitome of calm.

"I'm going to convince your so-called parents to let you leave during winter break. You know too much already."

"Whoa. What do you mean 'leave'?" I stumbled as he went for the front door. As if on cue, Dad opened the door. He looked as surprised as I was. I stared at them, dumbfounded as they talked animatedly, with me receiving a few stares every once in a while. Their conversation lasted for a minute, then Dad took the car keys from his pocket and rushed to the sedan. Ben signaled for me to hop in. Dazed as I was, I did get in the car, and we drove of to wherever they were headed. I didn't realize until later that there was a duffel bag beside me, labeled "Emergency: Cassidy".

I hadn't realized that I fell asleep. I woke up, naturally. I asked where we were going and they replied in chorus: "Camp Half-Blood".

Long story short, I asked them why we where going to a place so crudely named. "Because I was special." I'll find out the truth later. A great wave of impatience crashed down on me.

"Are we there yet?" I asked.

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

Silence.

"How about now?"

They kept quiet. I slumped by my seat.

"ARE WE THERE YET?"

"For crying out loud, Cass! Just a few more freakin' minutes!" Ben said angrily. Man, I am definitely annoying the heck out of everyone today. It's only nine in the afternoon, anyway. I meant, three. Three in the afternoon. Sorry, Panic! Influence.

Okay, so we got there an hour before sunset. Dad left me and Ben by the gates of Camp Whatsit. I'm pretty sure I'm here because I have problems, right? Right. Let's get it on.

Three things I realized then:

I look totally different from the other orange shirt wearing kids because of the dark colors I'm wearing.

Ben is a satyr because he said so. He showed me his feet and I'm like "What the actual-". I was mind blown; How could he have walked properly?

I'm a demigod? Impossible. I retaliated against the truth because I had two mortal parents. I lived a normal life. I smell normal.