I woke up in a Big House guest room. Percy and Annabeth stood over me. Annabeth fed me a little bit of ambrosia, and I took a sip of the glass of nectar next to me. It tasted like cold cherry pie with whipped cream.
"How did the dragon get in?" I croaked.
"Two… things, we don't know what they were, chased it through the barrier. It was old enough and big enough to break through." Percy leaned in and made me drink a little more nectar.
"What about Milo?" He'd lost a lot of blood, I was afraid it might've been too much.
He poked his head in the door. "What about me?" He seemed fine, maybe even better than he was before the game. He was wearing a leather bracer on his right arm though. He saw me looking at it. "I show you later." He said softly, his head down a little bit.
Annabeth and Percy asked me a bunch of questions, and some to Milo. Eventually, they both left the room to let me get some sleep, but Milo had other things in mind.
He sat in the chair next to my bed. He slowly untied the bracer and took it off. His entire right forearm was white scars, just like Luke had. "This what comes from fighting; lesson of pain." I stared at the scars, already they looked years old. Ambrosia and nectar made your worst wounds look like you've had them forever.
"The naiads and dryads, did they attack because of the dragon?"
"No… they attacked because I asked them to." Milo looked down ashamedly.
"How did you get them to do that?!"
"I can speak to most things. They always seem to know my speak, and do what I ask them."
"And you don't know why you can do that?" I sat up as I said this. He just shook his head. "What god can control spirits?"
"I do not know. Nico's god-parent can, but not life things."
"There must be some god or another. I mean, Pan could, way back when, but…" I realized what I had said. "Milo, do you remember anyone like Grover from your life?"
"No."
"Anyone who was kind of like him? A child of nature?"
"Yes, my parents love all thing living, this I know."
"Milo… I think I know who your father is." He looked up and at me intensely.
"Who?!"
"I think, based on everything I've seen you do, you might be the son of Pan." He seemed to radiate happiness for a few seconds.
"I will go tell Chiron what you think, but you sleep, be better." He ran out of the room, and like his words had put a spell on me, I fell asleep in seconds.
