Son of the Hearth

by MHCynogriffon

When a virgin goddess gives birth, the world trembles at the power of her son. But the child will live a life of misery, cursed from the day of his birth to always be outcast for he should never have existed. When he sees another half-blood, one born of a god who swore never to have another child, being accepted into Camp Half-Blood, he feels the fires of jealousy burn within him.

3. Chapter Two

Thank you everyone for the lovely reviews! Someone kindly pointed out to me that there are no female satyrs in PJ, so I decided that I would just make this a bit AU because I love Clover's character. So here's chapter two and if you enjoy, don't forget to review and follow/fav!
Clover kept looking around nervously as we approached the hill where this camp supposedly was beyond. Her deep brown eyes darted from place to place, double checking every spot for signs of life other than us. What she expected, I didn't know, but whatever it was wasn't good.

We had taken a taxi straight from school all the way down to my dad's apartment where a duffle bag sat on the front porch. After that, we drove all the way to New York. The taxi driver had dropped us off in front of this hill before driving away with a vacant expression, forgetting the money I held out to him. I shrugged and shoved the bills into my back pocket, turning around to face Clover who still looked frightened.

"Okay, are you going to tell me what happened or not?" I said, staring down at her hooves.

"They'll explain everything at Camp." She said briskly, grabbing my hand and pulling me forward, "But we've got to hurry before..." She shook her head and brayed.

"Before what? Is Mr. Roger following us or something?" I ask, but she just kept pulling me towards the top of the hill where a giant pine tree stood, its prickly branches waving gently in the wind. As we reached the crest of the hill, I heard a growling noise behind us. Before I could glance back to see what it was, Clover tugged my hand, "Don't look, just run."

I picked up my pace as we crossed the pine tree, almost tripping over one of the root formations that spread from the base of the tree. Beyond the hill, I could see a farmhouse glowing yellow in the mist framed by strawberry fields. However, it was almost a half mile away, whatever was chasing us would most likely catch up before we reached it. This did not deter Clover, who kept going faster and faster in that loping run of hers. I was desperately trying to keep up, stumbling over rocks and stray patches of thicker grass. I was not the most coordinated of people. The growling, accompanied by a shuffling sound, drew closer to us as we ran down the hill. We were almost halfway to the farmhouse when the sound was too close for me not to look. I turned and saw what could only be described as a monster behind me. My heart jumped as its big bull head roared and tossed, its horns glistening in the sunlight. The sight of it stopped me dead in my tracks, even Clover's insistent pulling couldn't move me. The creature's steps shook the earth, it's claws uprooting grass with every step. Clover turned too shouting, "Come ON, Henry!"

But I was frozen in terror. Huffing, Clover reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out... a tiny hammer?

She flipped it in her hand and it grew before my eyes into a giant warhammer thingy.

"Alright, come at me beast!" She shouted, catching the monster's attention. Is snuffled, swiveled its head between the two of us, and then charged straight at Clover, who readied her warhammer. My eyes were wide as she swung the thing straight at the beast's head, clipping off one of its horns and stopping it in its tracks. The monster roared with pain and shook its head before charging again. Clover swung again, but missed, the beast hitting her straight on with the stump of its horn. She went flying, her warhammer flung to the side. It was then that I found I could move. A sudden surge of adrenaline rushed through me and I dashed to where the warhammer was. I picked it up, the thing almost as heavy as a small child, and twirled it in my hands. The monster looked up from Clover and pawed the ground, sensing that I was its new threat.

I readied myself as it charged, focusing on its eye like I would a baseball. When my intuition told me, I swung with all my strength, catching it spot on. The beast went flying to the side before disappearing in a flash of gold. I dropped the warhammer and it shrunk down to the tiny hammer it had been before. I ran over to where Clover lay and tried to help her stand. She was limp and heavy, and I realized that she was unconscious. Unable to wake her, I began dragging her towards the farmhouse in the distance. It took me a good thirty minutes before I collapsed on the porch, laying back on the splintery wood and closing my eyes in relief. I heard the screen door swing open and a clopping like a horse's hooves on the porch. As I drifted off, someone picked me up and began to carry me inside.