I woke up as I hit the floor. A slight ping went off in my shoulder. I had hit the coffee table. I groaned as I looked at the ceiling, wondering what time it was. Then I heard the vivid storm outside. The lightning was making false daylight, and I heard the waves hitting the dunes rapidly.

"Daphne?" I heard someone whisper. I sat up, then looked around. Percy was on the bed, also sitting up. He was staring at me."What happened to you?" He asked. I groaned and then touched my shoulder."I had a bad dream and rolled over. I hit the coffee table on the way down."

"You ok?" He asked, sounding a little worried. I nodded and stopped touching it. I had been hurt worse. With the next thunderclap, Mrs. Jackson sat up, her eyes wide."Hurricane." I raised my eyebrows. Hurricane? In Long Island? That sounds crazy.

But the roar of the wind seemed to be hitting the house harder. And then I heard an animal; a goat? No. That's crazier than the hurricane idea. But then I heard something pound on the door, making Mrs. Jackson get out of bed.

I stood up and tried to look beyond her and outside. There stood Grover, dripping wet. But it was 't exactly Grover..."Searching all night," he gasped."What were you guys thinking?" Mrs. Jackson looked at Percy, scared. Not of Grover, but of something else.

"Percy, what happened at school? What didn't you tell me?" She demanded." O Zeu kai alloi theoi!" Grover yelped."It's right behind me! Didn't you tell her?" Grover asked. Somehow, in the back of my mind, I understood the strange words that he had yelled. In Ancient Greek. But that didn't phase me. What did were the fact that Grover... Grover didn't have pants on... And he didn't have normal legs...He had the legs of a goat. Ok, I saw seeing stuff. Again.

"Percy, tell me now!"Percy spilled everything, stammering. Mrs. Jackson stared at him, her face deathly pale. She then turned to me with the same expression. I gulped. She tossed Percy his rain jacket and threw me hers. She got her purse and yelled for everybody to get into the car. The freezing cold rain hit me like a thousand needles, probably because I was wearing a tank top and Stewie Griffin shorts. I was glad that I had packed my Converse.

We all pilled into the Camaro, Mrs. Jackson at the wheel. I was in the front with her, the boys in the back. We tore through dark country roads. Rain hit the windshield with such a ferocity that I thought that the glass would explode."So, you and my mom... Know each other?" Percy asked.

I sat sideways, looking from Mrs. Jackson to the backseat. Grover's eyes looked to the rearview mirror, even though we weren't being followed. "Not exactly," he said,"I mean, we've never met in person. But she knew I was watching you."

"Watching me?" Percy asked."Keeping tabs on you. Oh, and your mom too, Daphne. I was making sure that you were okay. But I was not faking being your friend,"Grover said sincerely."I am your friend, guys."

"Um... What are you, exactly?" Percy asked."He's a satyr."I mumbled. Grover nodded."Like Mr. Brunner's myths?" Percy asked."Were those old ladies at the fruit stand a myth? Was Mrs. Dodds a myth?""So you admit there was a Mrs. Dodds!"Percy exclaimed."Of course."

"Then why-""The less you guys know, the less monsters you attract."Grover said nonchalantly. Like we should already know that."We put Mist over the humans' eyes. We hoped you guys would think the Kindly One was a hallucination. But it was no good. You both started to realize who you are." I was confused. Who we are?

"Who I- wait a minute, what do you mean?" Percy asked. Then we all heard the small, but close, bellow from behind us. Whatever was chasing us was catching up to us quickly. "Percy," Mrs. Jackson said,"there's too much to explain and not enough time. We have to get you to safety,"she said.

"You, too," she said, patting my hand."Safety from what? Who's after me?""Oh, nobody much," Grover said," just the Lord of the Dead and a few of his blood-thirsty minions.""Grover!" Mrs. Jackson yelled."Sorry, Mrs. Jackson. Could you drive faster, please?" I groaned and sat normally in the seat.

My mind went dull just as I wanted to rethink all of this. Maybe this is all just a would explain the satyr that is my best friend, who's sitting in the backseat. Suddenly, a sign came into view. Pick your own strawberries. This was our salvation?

"Where are we going?" I asked. Nobody replied. I sighed and watched the sign come closer and closer. I tuned everybody out. I seriously needed to think. I mean, what if this all was real? What if-

Mrs. Jackson pulled a hard right and I saw something big and dark. The thing that we almost collided with."What was that?" Percy asked, taking the words out of my mouth and rating them G instead of R. "We're almost there," his mother pleaded."Another mile. Please. Please. Please!"I don't know where these was, but after seeing that, I want to get there as fast as possible.

She continued driving at full speed, her knuckles turning white. I wanted to comfort them all, but I was freaking out about everything. I may be looking calm on the outside, but on the inside I was beating my brain against my skull. In a flash, there was a blinding light, a big boom!, and the car exploded. Maybe I should have put my seat belt on.

I remember feeling completely weightless, and then a burning sensation on my left arm and leg. Glass punctured me, making me yelp in pain. "Ow," I heard somebody mutter, but vaguely. I felt as if I was burning alive. "Percy!" His mother yelled franticly. I cringed as I started to move.

I didn't want to open my eyes. I was afraid of what I was going to see. "I'm okay," Percy replied. I tried to shake off this feeling. I finally opened my eyes."Daphne?" Percy asked. I opened my mouth to reply, but hissed instead. Why the hell was I in so much pain?"Daphne, you okay?" Percy asked, more worried this time."Ah-huh," I got out.

I looked around. The driver's side doors were wedged in the dirt, and we were in a ditch. The roof was cracked open and the rain was pouring in, making all of us wetter than we were before we got in."Everyone okay?" I asked, regaining my strength. But I didn't dare move. Not just yet.

"Food!"I heard Grover yell. He was okay, from what I could tell. I then tried moving toward the backseat to start checking on everyone's wounds. "Who is-"

"Percy, get out of the car."Mrs. Jackson commanded, sounding serious. They tried ramming themselves into the driver's side doors, but no luck. "Try the passenger's side!" She yelled."Percy- Daphne, you have to run to the big tree."Another flash of lightning and I saw the tree. It was humongous."That's the property line."His mom said.

"Get over that hill and you'll see big farmhouse down the valley. Run and don't look back. Don't stop until you reach the door." "Mom, you're coming too."Percy said. The look on Mrs. Jackson's face broke my heart. She wasn't planning on coming. "No!" Percy shouted." You are coming with us. Help me carry Grover."At the sound of his name, Grover yelled,"Food!"

As they conversed, I started to try to pry open the passenger doors. Mine didn't open, but Grover's did. I started to tug on Grover, my body aching as I did so. As I go him out of the car and into the rain, Percy and Mrs. Jackson draped his arms around their shoulders. I then saw what Percy had been staring at.

He was at least seven feet tall, and looked like he had been buffed out on steroids ever since he was a baby. He wore no clothes besides some white undies, which looked really weird on him. He had no neck, as it was all fat and fur. He had a large nose and a bronze ring going through it, reminding me of a doorknocker. He had black eyes and had coarse brown hair.

"A mino-""Don't say its name! Names have power," Mrs. Jackson said. I turned back around and started helping them out with Grover."No, sweetie, you're bleeding." Mrs. Jackson said, taking Grover back from me. Percy looked behind him and at me with a concerned look on his face."You okay?" I nodded, even if I really wasn't.

I then heard the bull pick up and throw the Camaro. It skidded to a stop for about a half a mile then combusted. I gulped, now more frightened then ever."When he charges at us, wait until the very last second, then jump out of the way- sideways. He can't change directions easily."

He bellowed again."Go, Percy! Separate! Remember what I said." Mrs. Jackson yelled over the rain. She ran off, and I took Grover from Percy."Go," I said.

I didn't look back as I heard Percy and the Minotaur fight. Once I got to the giant tree I laid Grover down."Food," he yelled again. I collapsed against him, but moved off of him. I laid on the grass, staring up at the night sky. My whole body ached; my left side was on fire, and my right was numb.

I used the remainder of my strength to sit up and pull the glass out of me, and then tore off the bottom of my tank top to wrap around my leg to stop the bleeding. I couldn't do much with my arm. Then the rain stopped. I scooted over to Grover, my eyes blurry from all of the blood I lost. My hands trembled as I started to see what I could do to help Grover.

He had a major cut on his arm as well, so I tore off another piece of my shirt, and now I could see my belly button. I tied it around his arm and took off the jacket around my waist. I started to apply as much pressure as I could to his wound.

Percy then walked over and helped me carry Grover down the valley, towards the farmhouse. He started calling for his mother, and his grip on Grover loosened. I was surprised that I was still holding on.

We reached the farmhouse, and Percy collapsed on the porch. A girl around my age helped me with Grover."He's the one. He must be." She said, her eyes on Percy. A familiar looking bearded man shhed her."Silence, Annabeth. He's still conscious. Bring him inside." She rushed to bring him in, then the bearded man turned to me."Daphne?" I heard him call. I looked up at him, but I couldn't see much; everything looked really blury."Will... Will they be okay?" I asked, before everything turned black.