Vera's mom was home. At first she was rather surprised by Marissa's sudden appearance but after a few minutes of explaining (and excuses). She seemed perfectly fine about it , they had dinner together and then played some video games before lights out.

Though she had a fun time, Marissa couldn't help but wonder about her own father, how was he? How was the house? When could she come back? Then what she did recently also made her think about Vera. They'd been friends for three years, their friendship used to be so easy but now, she felt like they were pulling apart on each other, Marissa couldn't even remember the last time they actually did something together.

She tossed and turned in the sleeping bag all night. Finally, after trying to get some precious minutes of sleep, she gave up. The bag was little too scratchy. She unzipped it and slipped out, Vera was still soundly asleep, snoring even. She sleeps like a log, Marissa was relieved by the fact. She planned to get some fresh air in the morning.

Marissa tiptoed lightly to the door; the inside of the house looked like a setting for a bad horror movie. It was completely dark, with no sunlight like she had seen yesterday and from it she guessed that it probably wasn't even morning yet. Once Marissa stepped out, she inhaled deeply, taking in as much of the clean morning air as possible, it felt so good, Marissa felt as if all her troubles and worries were slowly melting away from her. The sun was yet to rise, the neighborhood was dyed in shades of gray and blue and the streetlamps were still on.

Marissa didn't expect anyone to be watching. She thought her eyes were playing tricks on her when she saw a flash of brown and black, Marissa's heart nearly burst out, she rubbed her eyes. But after a few seconds, she still saw the same figure. In the blink of an eye, the thing leapt, unfortunately, it wasn't very stealthy. Marissa forgot to duck, and it crashed into her and sent her sprawling on the ground while it rolled the other direction.

Now, that it wasn't moving anymore. Marissa could see it for what it-or possibly he-was, and it wasn't very pretty. He was a hairy, thin guy in his middle ages from the waist up and a donkey from the waist down, hairy hind legs, cloven hooves and that weird barnyard smell, all in one package.

Marissa thought she would have been crazy, it must be some really good, sick joke or her imagination. But then he spoke, " What in the name of Pan-" Then he saw Marissa.

"What are you looking at, kid?"

Marissa just stared at him, for a very awkward moment, until he stamped his hoof and glared at her.

"You're a half blood! Aren't you, kid? That's why you could see me!"

"W-What?"

"A half blood! Half human, half god, the most unluckiest creatures born from the gods!"

Now Marissa was even more baffled.

"I'm sorry but I find it hard to believe a half-donkey man-"

"Satyr! I'm a Satyr, a goat! And you should feel lucky I am not one of those elders who would run over you with their horns!"

"Okay, okay. I believe you, but what did you just say again?"

The 'Satyr' slapped his forehead with his palm.

"Listen, kid, don't you know about the Greek gods?"

"No."

He huffed, but it was the truth. Marissa didn't even know anything Greek except for olives.

"They are the forces which shape our world. And you, as unbelievable as it is, is an offspring of one of them. That is the reason you could see through the Mist, though I must admit your essence is not very strong."

Marissa felt as if she'd just fallen from outer space.

"That's impossible!"

"Say as you want, human, but Satyrs never lie."

"I-Is that why a-a giant snake attacked my house?"

"Yes, that maybe the answer. You see, the older a half-blood is, the more monsters he or she attracts."

Marissa found herself struggling for words. This odd man-goat has just told that she was the kid of some Greek god. But strangely, it seemed to fit into the pieces, so she wasn't going crazy, well, at least not completely.

"So what am I supposed to do?"

"You can come with me, my job as a searcher also involves retrieving half-bloods and getting them to camp or you could choose differently, and get devoured by some hungry monster like-"

"Enough! I get it. I'm gonna go with you but at least just give me time to pack."

"Fair enough. Go and say your goodbyes, I'll be waiting."

Marissa quickly sneaked into the house, borrowed a little back, some small snacks and wrote a note for Vera, as hard as it was.

Vera,

I am so sorry, I know you'll hate me for this but I'm running away. Please don't tell anybody and don't even think about trying to search for me, I'll regret this forever. Goodbye.

Sincerely, Marissa

Goodbyes were the hardest thing, even Marissa agreed, she left the note by the kitchen counter and went out. As he said, the Satyr, who, by the way, has not even told her his name yet, was waiting.

Marissa took one last look over her shoulder as she said goodbye to her home, her best friend and her life.

Me: This was called kidneys as a document.