How am I going to get out of this mess? I wish I was smart enough to move before I became a pancake bracing for impact I shut my eyes and waited for the pain that never came.
Afraid of what I would see I moved my hands from my face and there it was just when I thought it could not get any stranger a thing-wait I took a Greek mythology
class for a year I should know this only I could get distracted trying to remember something in the middle of an important event. Thankfully my mother snapped me out of it
turning back to the matter at hand I stared at the half man half goat was trapping the monster with vines relief washed over me and happy that I could live another day I
started cheering for the goat. Which was an idea heavily regretted as the goat broke his concentration on his pipe and protested angrily "Goat! How dare you I'm a satyr
you ungrateful brat you're lucky I came to save you're a-." Well he never finished as the monster slapped him across the face I would laugh if I wasn't in danger. My mother
shook her head and sighed for me ruining our chance of freedom but since the monster was currently occupied with that rude old goat she took my hand and ran with me
glancing at a medallion ever so often. I was always fascinated by the piece of jewelry it was always on her neck and she never let me touch it, it was beautiful sculpted on
the golden piece was a wilted elm tree and on the back was an address to some camp. I would always sneak into her room where she kept it in a jewelry box I would turn it
over and over again in my hands while wondering what the elm tree meant as I got older wondering why the father I never knew gave her this and left. All I knew about my
father is like my mother they loved mythology Greek preferably which is why I took that mythology class when the class got to the god Morpheus it had something to do with
a tree in his domain but really what was the significance of that tree? Shaking my head I looked at my mother's face she was determined as ever to I am guessing that camp
I wanted to ask her when my dad gave her that necklace but that would only make her sad she was in the middle of saving my life zoning out again I heard a terrible cry
from behind my mother picked up the pace as the cry grew louder and louder…