Percy's POV

Wow. That kid is freaky. I would scream right now if I hadn't seen anything ten times freakier. He has like a wolf's nose and claws and crap. Wait…where did the group I'm here for go?

"Grover, smell monster?" I asked cautiously.

"Nah, I just smell demigod, sweat, and," he paused and sniffed frantically, "dog."

"We are here on a mission and I intend to finish it. Grover, please lead the way to the demigods so we can do this without being attacked," Annabeth said.

With my luck, I doubt that can happen.

Max's POV

We are, once again, hiding. Thankfully not in hiding, just hiding behind a couple of plastic rocks 'til Ari goes away. With my ears of a hawk I heard someone sniffing the air violently. How do you sniff violently, you may ask? I don't know. I tapped the back of Iggy's hand twice to let him know to be alert, although he probably heard the sniffing before I did. Angel's face looked like she was concentrating very hard on something, and I knew exactly what it was.

"Max? What is a demigod?" the mind-reading six-year-old asked.

Demigod, demigod, it isn't found anywhere in my files. Voice?

Half mortal, half god. The voice said.

As in like Greek mythology gods? I asked. It usually never replied directly to a question.

I prefer Roman, but have it your way.

"Honey, a demigod is half person, half god. You know like the mythical gods and stuff?" I said like I knew it all along.

"That's what the people are calling us."

Could a demigod even be 2% bird?