A/N: Keep in mind this is in the Point of View of Percy Jackson at age seven.
Goodbye for Now
I wish I can say the past few days were peaceful, but it seems every day Luke and Thalia decided to go out and deal with monsters while mommy look after Annabeth and me. It seemed that now we're staying in one place longer than usual more monsters seem to try and attack.
Finally Luke decided to bring up the camp.
As much as I hate leaving my mommy, I know Luke was right. Still I had hopes my mom argued.
"Mrs. Jackson, as much as we loved staying here, and I hate to bring this up, but I think it's time we consider being escorted to Camp Half-Blood," Luke said.
Mommy sighed when she heard this. "I know. I figured you might consider it."
"Mommy," I responded.
"It's not forever, Percy," she said, "You can come back to me after you trained long enough to take care of yourself against monsters. Until then I have to agree with Luke."
I nodded reluctantly.
"I'll contact the camp and see if we can get you guys a satyr protector," Mommy said, "It's part of the camp tradition for a satyr protector to escort demigods to the camp—although I don't know how they plan to escort four demigods."
"Sounds good," Thalia said.
…
The next day we were once again packed to leave again. My mommy was planning to go to work after our escort comes to pick us up. The person my mommy called recommended that since there's four half-bloods, there a more chance for monsters too attack, so it would be safer for her to stay behind.
The good news was at least we weren't leaving unprepared. Mommy had packed us enough food to last us a month plus candy from the store she worked at.
Right now, mommy was planning to take the picture of the four of us together. She said she would have copies mailed to us at camp and she would keep one here. She had Annabeth and me in the middle, being the youngest, Thalia standing next to Annabeth, and Luke standing next to me. None of us complained. As my mommy was concern, Annabeth Luke and Thalia were part of the Jackson family and this picture was proof of it as well as memoir of the first place we stayed at that been the closest thing to a real home that Thalia Luke and Annabeth ever had.
The door bell ranged after the photo was taken. When mommy answered it, we saw it was a boy with brown curly hair that looked like he was between eleven to twelve years old. What I found odd was that I was told satyrs were suppose to be half goat from the waist down, but this guy was wearing normal jeans and shoes but after learning about the Mist, I guess I shouldn't be surprise.
"Hi! My name is Grover Underwood. I heard there are some demigods needing escort," he greeted.
Mommy smiled meeting him. "Thank you for coming, Grover," she said.
I walked up to the guy. "Hi! My name is Percy Jackson—son of Poseidon. Nice to meet you."
Grover smiled. "Nice to meet you too, Percy."
"They're packed with everything they need for a trip," Sally said, "Percy, be good, and don't cause the Activities Director any grief."
"I'll try not to," I replied
She kissed me on the forehead and gave Luke Thalia and Annabeth hugs goodbye before heading to work—but not before taking the camera so she can get the photos developed.
"So you're a satyr?" Annabeth asked. "You don't look like a satyr."
"Well, that's because my pants and fake feet are hiding my legs," Grover said, "See—"
Grover removed his shoe revealing it to be filled with Styrofoam with a round hole where the feet came out. Where Grover's feat were supposed to be were goat hooves.
"Cool!" I responded.
"Well, we better go," Luke said. "The sooner we get to safety the better."
"Right," Thalia said.
I looked back at the apartment. I know I haven't been in this apartment for long, but it felt more home than the smelly place Gabe now lives in.
"I'll be back," I said before I left with my friends.