When I come to from my little spat with the Minotaur/Thevrumines, I'm laying in some sort of old fashioned hospital room. Some girl is pouring honey colored liquid into my mouth. I start gagging and coughing. But the drink tastes like hot chocolate, so it could be worse.

"There there," she says nervously after turning me onto my side and slapping my back. She has light blonde hair, and looks to be about my age or a little older.

"Where am I?" I ask, sitting up in my bed.

"Come out when you're able." She walks out of the door, ignoring my question.

So a few minutes after that, I climb up from my bed and start for the door. My shredded clothes are laying on the bedside table, but I just keep on the sweatpants and t-shirt I was wearing when I woke.

I step out onto a balcony that overlooks a large forest. Gower is sitting in a lawn chair, holding a shoebox in his furry lap. Man, those goat legs creep me out a little.

"What's with the shoebox?" I ask, sitting in the chair next to him.

"Its for you actually." He hands me the box, and I take the lid off. Inside is the large horn that I broke off from the Thevrumines.

"Thanks man." I put the horn into the box again.

"Pherse, come over here!" Mr. Schumer shouts from the end of the balcony, then turns around, going back the way he came. I dash over there. And Mr. Schumer is at a table with some short tubby guy. He is balding and has a five o'clock shadow.

"So this is that Frank guy you were talking about?" The balding guy asks.

"Yes, this is Pherse," Mr. Schumer replies.

"So Pherse, do you play euchre?" The balding guy asks me as Gower walks up behind us.

"I don't think I know what that is." I sit at the table next to Mr. Schumer, and Gower sits across from me.

"Uh," Gower grunts nervously, "are you going to eat that Mr. F?" He points to the bald guy's empty Diet Pepsi can.

"Go ahead." He pushes it towards Gower, who picks it up and starts chomping down on it. I guess since he is part goat, he acts like a goat. Mr. F reaches under the table and gets out another Pepsi.

"What is this place?" I ask, looking out onto a small like in the middle of the forest. It's surface glimmering and shining.

"It is Camp Half-God Pherse." Mr. Schumer replies.

"Half-God? Why am I here?"

"Well you are a half god." I instantly feel crazy. The last time I checked, I wasn't a half god, or whatever that is.

"Like, what, an offspring of a god?"

"Exactly, you are the son of some god, yada yada yada. Let's play cards!" Mr. F interrupts, shuffling cards.

"Which god?" I push.

"We don't know. But you will be claimed soon, everyone is normally claimed by the first day." Mr. Schumer picks up his hand.

"So is Greek myth real?" I feel like an idiot for not knowing.

"Greek, no. Etruscan, yes." Mr. Schumer stands up from his wheelchair, his legs unfold from the inside like some sort of magic trick. And he is a seven foot tall Satyr. But unlike Gower, his legs aren't that of a goat, they are that of a horse. I remember reading about Etruscan History in Mr. Schumer's class. Like it used to be the center of Italy before the Roman Republic took over.

"Stop showin' off horse boy. Play some cards!" Mr. F shouts again, this guy must be really into card games. Mr. Schumer just laughs.

"So you're a satyr?" I ask him. I'd say that is a pretty big shell shock. I've known the guy for the past year and had no idea. That must be one roomy wheelchair.

"Call me Sime!" He bellows.

"Is Gower's name Sime also?" I mock.

"No, his name is Gower. He is not a Sime, he is Hathna. Closer to what the Romans called a Faun."

"It's true!" Gower shouts, spraying bits of soda can out of his mouth.

I look over and that blonde haired girl, the one who was feeding me that honey stuff walks over. She is carrying a large glass of what looks like Sprite or something towards the table.

"Drink this." She hands me the icy cold glass. "It takes on the taste of your favorite food. It will also help mend your broken ribs."

"Thank you." I sip the glass and it takes on the taste of the chocolate chip cookies my mom would make for me when I was younger. The warm deliciousness settling my stomach. I push on my ribs and feel that they are sore. But not too bad. I hand the glass back to her.

She just nods. Her light grey eyes are nice to look at. They almost seem like metal, like steel or something.

"So, there are gods? Who have kids with humans? And this is where they live?" I ask Mr. Schumer who is still standing, his surprisingly big arms crossed over his chest.

"Yes. We also train them." He pulls his long horse ears out from his curly hair. "I know about your run in with the demon Culsu, Pherse. It's a good thing that your mom brought you here, Cul might have still been on your tail."

"So my mom knew about this place?"

"Yes and no. When you were little, your father told your mother where this place was. And when the time comes, when the monsters become too much to handle, your mother would bring you here. That is why I called her the other night, to tell her about your run in with the demon."

"Ok."

"And the no part, is that your mom doesn't entirely understand the meaning of this, or who your father was."

"And what does a demon want with a half god?"

"Geez kid! What is this? Twenty questions!?" Mr. F blurts out.

"Well, the beasts of Aita want to inconvenience the gods as much as possible. It's just what they do." He finishes, his tone is obviously annoyed at answering so many questions. "Alizabeth, would you mind showing Pherse to the Trums cabin, and showing him around camp?"

"Of course not, Mr. Sime," she says in a butt kiss tone. "Follow me." She walks down the stairs of the balcony.