(Credit goes to Uncle Rick and also to u/extra_small_anxiety and u/CaterpillarInner9719 for this fantastic concept.)
It was night when she woke up on the hill top and looked around her. There was another nearby. He sat up and looked at her. She instinctively knew that they were the same. "How," she asked him. He just looked confused and frightened. She was frightened too but she wouldn't let him know.
She got shakily to her feet; hooves actually, she realized with a start. "I have hooves," she told the other. He crept along the ground, like a wild animal and said nothing. He bleated at her, like a goat. She frowned and turned away from him.
"How did we get here," she wondered aloud. A glimmer of gold caught her eye. Something huge moved in the dark. She dropped to the ground, trying to avoid it's gaze and crept forward like the other.
Voices carried in the distance. There were people coming. Something deep inside her told humans were something to be avoided at all costs but she wasn't one for listening. She glanced behind her into the darkness. The creature, whatever it was, had slunk away unaware of her or the other.
The other hunkered in the leaves and sticks and wouldn't move. He stared at her; his eyes were wide and full of fear. He bleated at her in protest. "Why don't you speak," she asked him, nonplussed.
"Hello," someone called.
But before she could respond, her attention was caught by dozens of tiny purple flowers that grew along the forest floor. "Asphodel, that is my name," she told no one in particular.
"Ash," she told the newcomer. "You may call me Ash."
The newcomer looked more bewildered than the other. "A female satyr. That can't be." He was like her too, but yet not. Less like her than the other but the resemblance was uncanny. He had the same horns, the same hooves but that was where the similarities ended.
"Hush Grover. You know there are male dryads. Why can't there be female satyrs," another monster scolded him but this one was prettier.
"I am not a satyr," she said, somewhat offended. As if this monster, friendly or not, could even compare to the two of them. "My father is Pan."
"That's not possible. Pan is-"
As if on cue, a glowing symbol appeared over her head and the prone form of the other, giving away his position. She recognized it from the time before, as her father's symbol.
"It's not possible," this Grover repeated.
The dryad ignored him and approached Ash. "Hi Ash, my name is Juniper. You're a demigod and we-"
"I know that already," she snapped at Juniper. "Take me where I need to go. I have things to do."
"Juni, this is too weird. I don't like it," Grover said.
"Just calm down, she's just a demigod like the others."
"She is not a normal demigod. Pan is dead and dead gods can't have children with mortals. Wait, can Pan even have demigod children, if he were still alive."
"But Grover, this is fantastic! It means he might come back." Juniper beamed so brightly at Grover that Ash's heart melted just a little. "The Wild is returning. Pan is returning. Grover, everything you've been doing is working!"