A/N: Hi, again. Thanks for continue reading. The last chapter wasn't so popular, was it? Well, at least I got a review. Thanks to whoever wrote it, by the way. It encouraged me to upload the next chapter. Which is this one. Huzzah!

Disclaimer: I don't own Perseus Jackson or anything else yadayadayada let just get to it shall we?

Chapter 2: When chickens attack

"Gram, I'm back" I yelled through the house as I threw my backpack on the couch after a long and hard day of school. I stopped and squinted as I read the pile of newspaper lying around the kitchen counter. The words seemed to float around the page and twist into alphabet soup as I tried reading the words properly. My dyslexia and ADHD were getting worse and I could feel it.

I live with my grandparents in a small house, not far from my school. They've raised me since I was a little baby, since my mother was a irresponsible nobody. Ever since my dad left, my mom was a wreck. She'd go out every single night to bars and meet guys. I forgot how many boyfriends she'd had since I was born, but currently, she's living with a guy named Jerry at downtown LA, raising their new family, with a new baby, my half brother Carter, not event thinking of coming back to check on me.

I have no mom.

But my grandparents were the nicest people ever. At least, to me they are. My grandma is always the listener; I can always come back home and rant to her about my problems at school. My granddad is the most hardworking person I know. He's turning seventy this year, but is still working in an old guitar store. It doesn't earn much, but it puts something on the table, and that's enough for me.

"Gramma? What's for dinner?" I said as I continued making my way around the house. Things seemed strange, or stranger, you might say. The air seemed cold and tingled against my skin. Something somewhere was out of place. "Gram?" I said for the last time as I peeked inside my grandparents' room. She was there, but not how I expected she would be. And by that, I mean tied up in a chair and gaged with one of gramp's socks.

"Gramma!" I yelped and ran inside the room, urging to untie her. She yelled, trying to tell me something but the sock in her mouth muffled her voice. "Oh my God what happened?" I tried untying the knot, but boy was it tight. I continued tugging on the rope before my grandmother let out a terrified muffled scream. "What…" I mumbled. I turned around and there it was, a scary scarecrow bird chicken lady hybrid, if you could describe her like that. Her eyes were a bright gold color and she had a body of a giant chicken. She had a face of a woman, but her skin was crinkled and old. She had a beak instead of a mouth.

In short, she was beyond creepy.

"SQUAK!" she cried and I screamed back as she launched herself towards me. I ran and pushed my grandma aside before I ducked another attack. I had no idea what was happening or why it was happening to me either. The creepy lady was flying around the room, squawking and basically trying to eat me. I screamed again. I spotted an ancient sword that my grandfather collected and on display on the wall, and thanks to my supreme impulsiveness I decided to grab it and started waving it around like a crazy person. The sword hit the bird on the head but it didn't seem to harm it at all, she just stopped and started at me in shock, then started screaming and trying to kill me again.

".ME." I unshielded the sword, revealing a shiny silver blade that seemed newer than it should be. I began swinging it around again, and all I thought back then was "Try not to die, even if I know you will."

I closed my eyes and prepared myself for a painful death, continuing to swipe the blade from side to side.

"SQUAAAK! POOF."

I stood still with my eyes still closed shut. Everything seemed to quiet down. No more screaming or screeching, all I could hear was my own panting as a bead of sweat rolled down my forehead. I opened my eyes and all I saw was a pile of sand at my feet. Did I just incinerate the monster?

"That was wicked." A familiar voice said to me. I looked at the doorway and saw my best friend, Tyler, standing there holding a stick, with his…Pants off? Did I mention that he had hooves and extraordinary hairy legs and…What?

"Tyler!" I yelled, "What in the name of…Why did it…What just…Your feet. YOUR FEET!"

"I have to explain later, but they're on to you." He ran inside and started to untie my grandmother, taking the sock out of her mouth.

"Oh dear. Oh dear what is happening?" my Grammy said in shock. I stood there, staring at them both. "You guys okay?" Tyler asked.

"Oh yeah. I'm awesome. Great. Splended. I just had a bird thing tie up my grandmother and try to eat me and apparently it's gone all the sudden and now there's sand on the floor and gramps is gonna kill me!" I panicked as I paced around the room.

"You extinguished it, silly. With the sword. Lucky hit though, I doubt you'll be as lucky as last time." Tyler answered as he finally untied the knot.

"Wait…So that monster I 'extinguished' earlier today…"

"Yeah, about that…"

"I was right!" I yelled, and I admit, I was smiling too. What can I say?

I like being right.

"The monster did exist! And you did help me defeat it and I'm not a crazy person!"

"Yeah, right, not crazy. Not at all."

"Tyler, you are a terrible liar."

"Andrea, I think it's time." He said, ignoring my pride. My grandmother nodded at him and gave me a hug. "I knew this day is gonna come somehow." She mumbled.

"What are you guys talking about?" I yelled in frustration, "And why are you half…Half…"

"Goat." He finished his sentence for me, "I'm half goat."

"But I thought.."

"I had walking problems? Aha, no. I'm a satyr, and your protector. And as your protector I have to protect you. Which means that we need to scram. Now." I looked at him, confused and angry and mad and frustrated all at the same time. Tyler stared at me and sighed, as if the whole thing was obvious.

"Me saaaatyr. Me protect you. Bring you to safe place. Now." he explained to me like I was a idiot, I flicked him on the forehead. Grammy handed Tyler something that seemed like plane tickets, "I kept them for emergency." She added.

"You can return those." Tyler said, "No planes for us. But we are travelling by air. Girl, get packing." He said as he hurried me out of the room. I had no choice but to go into my room and throw everything I had into an empty pack. I stopped and stared at the stretchy bracelet next to my laptop. It had a tiny clear crystal charm on it that reflected the sunlight around my room. I hesitated about picking it up, but at last I did. Gramps told me that it was the last thing my dad gave me before he left to wherever he needed to go. A lie, probably. My dad left us. He didn't want anything to do with us. That's why he never called, wrote a letter or an email, nothing. I went out and Tyler pulled be across the living room, as if he was eager to get out of the house as soon as possible. "This is just the beginning…There are much more monsters out there. Much more vicious than the Harpies…" he mumbled.

"What are you talking about!" I said before grandma threw herself at me as if she was going to cry. "Please be careful darling. And call if you can, okay?"

"Uhm…I will." I said, even though I was completely sure that I was going to come back sooner or later, hoping that this was just some road trip or camp from school.

We rushed down the stairs of the building of my apartment, Tyler still not wearing any pants. He ignored the staring people that had to look twice to make sure that they're not hallucinating.

Yeah, a random black kid whose half goat and a blonde girl running down a building in the middle of Austin, Texas. Nope, you're awake!

We immediately climbed on a carriage afterwards. Yes, a carriage. People didn't seem to notice the giant golden carriage in the middle of the road at all. Strange. In our town, you mostly see pick up trucks or worn out cars, people around stare at expensive cars, nevertheless a gold carriage. "Got her." I heard Tyler said while panting.

"Finally. I thought we needed to go up and get you guys!"

"Be nice, Grover."

"I am nice."

When I turned around, I saw two people sitting in the front; one was a black haired boy in his teens, maybe a year or two older than me. He had sea green eyes and a lovely smile. The other, was like Tyler, a…Satyr? Did he say? But he had a goatee (Go figure.), crazed and tangled hair and he was skinnier than Tyler was.

"Yeah, yeah Blackjack. We can go now."

"Who is he talki…" Before I could finish my sentence, we started flying. I then realize that the horse that was pulling a carriage wasn't a horse at all, it was a Pegasus, a winged horse just like in the stories, flying us high up and across Texas. I widened my eyes and I dared not look down.

"Didn't Zeus ban you from the sky or something, Perce?"

"I like taking chances." The boy said as he shrugged and turned around to us, "I haven't recruited any new campers anyway. There's a first for everything." He said as he flashed a smile at us.

"Percy Jackson." He said, extending a hand for me to shake, "Son of Poseidon. Pleasure to meet you."