Chapter 1: Bite

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The satyr, lost in the concrete jungle of rules and academics, could never really tell when it happened. What events led to that day still escaped Grover like a fleeting dream.

Maybe there had never been 'that day' and it had always been like this, and all that changed were him and the world.

Had the clues been there all along? Had ignorance held him captive or was it just fate?

As Grover was wandering amongst wolves and predators, each disguised as students, and worked his way deeper into the sixth circle of hell, known as sixth grade, he had no such thoughts in his mind.

'Damn, I hope there's enchiladas left,' Grover thought to himself as he made his way to the cafeteria. His artificial legs were killing him right now, but he had to make due with what he had.

With a mastered precision, the satyr used his crutches as a second pair of legs, performing an almost dance-like rhyme to make his way to his current goal in life.

Getting some damn good enchiladas. Vegan of course.

When he reached the cafeteria he noticed the usual line for lunch had dissipated. That meant either that all the good stuff had been taken, or that he was early.

As Grover did a head count of the kids he concluded that his first assumption was true. Most students had already taken seats and were devouring their meals in ways that made Grover almost believe they did it on purpose, to make him jealous.

Not to be let down, Grover turned his attention to the line and joined it alongside the other people who arrived late.

He could smell it. There were still some left.

The line moved relatively fast and the other kids didn't bother him too much.

When Grover reached the food trays he concluded that the goddess of enchiladas must have been in a good mood that day, as there was still one hot steaming enchilada left.

Grover reached out, there it was. The perfect food for a hungry satyr.

Only for someone else to snatch it before he could.

"What are you looking at, loser?" the girl asked mockingly, squeezing the tortilla between her hands, causing sauce and beans to spill out and fall over her hand.

"Not cool! You skipped the line!" Grover said accusingly.

Nancy Bobofit grinned. "Indeed I did. But you can have it if you ask me nicely."

Grover shook his head, unwilling to bend down to this mortal's level of pettiness. He already made an effort to walk past her when she moved in front of him and blocked off his escape with her body.

"You know? You can have it back," Nancy said and in the same breath she slammed the enchilada into his chest, splattering her lunch all over him. It didn't stick of course and fell to the cafeteria floor into a miserable pile of cream, molten cheese and beans.

The tortilla initially stuck to Grover's shirt, but the sauce, despite its best efforts, could not keep it from falling to the ground and joining its other half in its pitiful demise.

"That was unnecessary." Grover commented after taking a few breathes.

"Apologize!" A voice demanded. It was the boy who was behind Grover in line.

Grover turned around and saw the boy calmly put down his tray on the counter. His eyes were like the sea, calm and yet able to unleash its rage when the wind changed. "You skipped the line, you jerk, apologize." The boy spoke louder this time. He stood next to Grover, opposing Nancy.

Grover's heart skipped a beat for a second.

This was the kid. The reason he came to this place in the first place. The new demigod.

"Eh it's cool," Grover placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, only to take it back when he felt the boy shaking with anger.

"No, it is not cool. You should apologize to him, you insufferable pig." The boy didn't break eye contact with Nancy.

Around them the argument had picked up attention, and heads were turned their way. Cheers and yells were thrown their way.

Nancy laughed. "What are you gonna do? Fight me?"

It happened before Grover could process what happened. One moment later, the boy had thrown a punch in Nancy's face.

The girl dropped to the ground in an overly dramatic fashion, clearly faking it but also the impact of the surprise must have helped in shaking her footing.

The boy pulled back his fist and grinned. "Take that."

He turned around and gave Grover a smile, a kind one. "Come on, let me help you get you cleaned up."

"Eren Yeager!" A sharp voice rang through the cafeteria.

Nancy laid on the ground, crying and shaking, caressing her face like it had been made of porcelain.

"Shit," the young demigod muttered to himself.

This was him? The demigod he came for?

Eren straightened his back and faced the teacher stalking through the cafeteria.

Mrs. Dodds had a certain walk that made it look like she was practically gliding across the floor. Any other time Grover might have found it funny, but when he saw the look on her face he shut up fast.

"Ma'am," Grover said quickly, "it was my fault."

Eren gave Grover a thankful look.

"They attacked me!" Nancy cried out, still crying crocodile tears. To everyone else it was obviously fake, but to Mrs. Dodds it was as if the girl had seen the world end right in front of her. "Eren, he attacked me, I was just making a joke and he punched me! Everyone can attest to that!"

All of a sudden, all the heads that were turned to the drama shot down, all intensely focused on their own tables, fingernails and meals.

"Ts, cowards." Eren muttered.

"You know what this means dear?" asked, her voice sickly sweet.

"Yes ma'am," Eren said with a tired sigh.

As if he knew the protocol by heart Eren turned around and headed for the doors.

Grover's eyes didn't leave him until he was sure the boy had left the room.

Eren Yeager, Grover repeated the name inside his head. As if trying to ground what he had seen just now. Eren Yeager I wonder what kind of demigod you will be?

A/N I had this idea on the train tomorrow and I could not help but write it out off my head. I have no idea where this story will go, if it will go at all. Honestly, it mostly depends on how popular it is and what kind of reception this gets.

It is a harsh truth but we writers rarely write in a void. We also need something to keep moving forward. To keep writing, to finish the story that we started.

So if you want to see more of this, consider leaving a review and favoriting. That way I know it is a worthwhile endeavor.

I really just love Eren Yeager as a character. And I wonder how the world of Greek Gods will react and interact with someone such as him.

Hopefully I see you one more time, and if this is the only chapter, then it was a pleasure to have at least 5 people read this.

-CaptainMoonShine-