"Zoltus Burns." I introduced myself, shaking his hand.

"Grover said you're new here?" Percy asked.

"Uh, yeah." I nodded uncomfortably. "I am."

"Welcome to camp." He smiled, a friendly look in his sea green eyes.

"Thanks." I gave a small smile of my own.

"How'd you get your name?" Percy asked me. "Are you a son of Zeus?"

"Oh, no, not Zeus." I assured him, holding my hands up. "Thank the gods."

"Has your father claimed you?" Poseidon's son asked.

"Not...exactly." I said, trying to find out how to put this. "I used Hades' sword. H-he can't be my father, can he?"

A strange look came in Percy's eyes. I couldn't tell if he was surprised, angry, or confused. His brow furrowed in concentration. "Well...Hades does have at least one son."

"Nico di Angelo." Grover spoke up, reminding me he was there.

"Yeah, Nice." Percy nodded. "I-I've never heard of him having any other kids. If you are his son, then that means that Hades has broken the oath as well."

"Oath?" I raised an eyebrow.

"A long time ago, the Big Three swore an oath with each other to never have children." He told me. "If you are the son of Hades, then all three of them have broken the oath now."

"So, if he's my father, I shouldn't be here?" I summed up my thoughts in that.

"Don't worry." Percy said, sounding not too happy either. "I'm the son of Poseidon, remember? He broke the oath to have me. I saved Olympus two years ago. Sometime mistakes happen for a good reason."

I nodded, understanding. "I know."

Grover cleared his throat. "It'll be dark in a few hours, guys. Better find Zoltus here a place to spend the night."

"He can stay with me." Percy offered. "I don't get much company without Tyson here."

"But, uh, Percy, isn't that agains-"Grover reminded him, though he got interrupted.

"Against the rules?" Percy finished. "Yeah, it is. But, we sort of know who his father is and, hello, the god of the dead doesn't have a cabin."

"Right." Grover muttered. "Just don't tell Chiron that he's in here. And what about dinner? Is he going to sit at Poseidon's table too?"

The demigod's face fell. "Uh, well, I forgot about that. Maybe we'll have to make arrangements with Chiron. The Hermes cabin is overcrowded anyway, right?"

"Blah-hah-hah!" Grover bleated. "Of course it is, Perce! I forgot to mention something…"

"What is it?" Percy asked.

"Zoltus isn't just a demigod or son of the Big Three." Grover shifted his hooves uneasily. "He's half-satyr."

The son of Poseidon looked at me, studying me carefully. I saw him look toward my hooves and a shocked look covered his face. "Wow! That's...interesting."

"Yeah." Grover agreed. "Didn't know it was possible."

"Do you remember your mother?" Percy asked me.

I thought hard. The most I could remember was that my mother had hazel eyes and dark brown hair. I didn't remember what her voice sounded like, what her name was, or anything else.

"Not really." I confessed. "I can barely remember what her face looks like."

Percy glanced at Grover. "Any idea who it was?"

"I only remember there being one female satyr." The satyr said. "Remember Dreza?"

"Yeah, of course." Percy nodded, then he winced as if remembering a painful memory. "Can't forget her…"

"What happened to her?" I asked.

"KIA." Grover said. "Killed in action."

"What was she like?" I asked.

"Hazel eyes, dark brown hair…" Percy told me, sadly. "She had a voice like music, about as tall as Grover."

"No, her voice was music." Grover corrected lightly. "She said that Pan created her out of his own magic, long ago. She was immortal too, somehow. Now, she's gone."

"How can someone immortal die?" I asked, confused.

"Her immortality had been fading for the last year and a half." Percy answered. "I don't know how or why, but it was. We were coming back to camp with her for the first time when a hellhound caught up to us. I could've stopped it, but it hit me too far away to get to it. It almost hit my Achilles' spot. She died in that fight. Grover did what he could, but it was too strong. If I hadn't got to him in time and killed it, he'd be dead too. I failed her. I couldn't lose Grover too."

"We failed her." Grover murmured. "Curse the hellhounds."

"I hope you don't mean Mrs. O'Leary." Percy said.

"All of the other ones, I mean." The satyr said. "One of Pan's greatest creations, killed by a hellhound."

"You said she had hazel eyes and dark hair?" I remembered. "T-my mother looked like that. Do you think-"

"Yeah, I think that Dreza was your mother." Percy nodded, solemnly.

I glanced out the door. It was pretty dark outside. "When's dinner again?" I asked as my belly rumbled.

"Any time now." Grover said, perking up at the mention of food.

As if he'd reminded the camp, a conch horn sounded.

"Come on." Percy gave a small smile. "Let's go eat."