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Percy POV

Great, what were my maids made of? I'd dunked them in water and trapped them under, locked them in their rooms, and set traps which hang them upside down. They were still here, following me. If I ever needed a set of armour, it would made out of these guys. The maids were literally indestructable.

I was running through the forest at my top speed, trying to get rid of my maids/evil babysitters. There was a creek nearby and I redirected its course, flooding most of the maids. Phew. Got rid of them for now. Never mind, they were rising out of the water like zombies. A tsunami crashed onto them, carrying them a good distance away. I sat down hard at the base of a tree, panting. Then a faint tune floated out of the nearby woods, a really bad faint tune. It sounded like a hoard of elephants sneezing with songbirds that were choking on birdseed. Whoever was making that sound should not be allowed in this forest. The sound was getting louder, and by each second more horrible. Now it sounds like a couple ducks and cows had joined in.

Seriously, I needed to see what creature could make that sound. I scurried up the tree waited as a figure with donkey-no goat (or is acutally donkey?)-legs trotted into view. It was a satyr, a satyr with seriouly bad musical skills. As far as I can tell, the song it was playing hasn't killed anything yet.

"Ahem," I cleared my throat as I jumped down from the tree, scaring the poor satyr half to death. "What are you doing here? Trying to destroy the forest with your little tune?"

"Wh-ho in-n Had-d-es ar-re yo-ou?" The satyr stammered out.

"Uhm, why should I tell you?" I asked. "By the way, can you please stop playing that horrible little tune of yours."

"It is not a horrible tune," My comment about his little song seemed to snap him out of it. "My Uncle Ferdinand taught me that song."

I shuddered, thinking that whoever made that song up must've been deaf or completely clueless about music. "If you say so," I shrugged. "Why are you here anyways?"

"Scouting for random demigods to take to Camp Half-Blood." He faltered as he realized that me, Perseus "Percy" Jackson was a live demigod standing infront of him. "Okay, guess I just found one."

"Sorry, but I'm not going to be going anywhere." I declared.

"But-" He was cut off but the sound of my devilish maids screeching and running towards me.

"Gotta go," I turned and ran across the recoursed creek and into the deeper parts of the forest.

Thanks to BreeTico for the idea of meeting Grover while Percy was runninng from his maids. Please review, I will try to use other ideas that come up in the reviews.