Right, I know I'm copying a certain awesome character from Walt Disney here but I couldn't let the opportunity slip. Plus it allows for story expansion. I love this character. I hope I did him justice.

The further the story develops the funnier, messier, more detailed and more intense it will become. So let it breathe people, let it breathe…

Disclaimer: Thou shall not dare own PJ or Walt Disney

Chapter 2:

The Satyr Trainer of Heroes Is a Perv

So she'd been expelled. Not exactly something she felt the need to cry about. But now she needed to leave.

And they just wouldn't shut up long enough for her to get a word in edgeways.

Basically the headmaster had commanded Lucine down from the rafters, a place she would have rather stayed and made her sit in front of him as he screamed his head off at her studiously ignoring the bruises on her face and the fatigue in her eyes.

Then he and the other people who'd arrived too late by any standards started arguing amongst themselves about what to actually do about the whole mess.

And they'd forgotten all about the teen behind them. If they caught her leaving she'd be forced into the principal's office to wait while they called the police. Then she'd have to make a statement and as her luck would have it she'd probably be arrested and sent to Juvie.

But they were all so engrossed with taking the limelight for attention seeker hill that she decided to take the chance and slipped quietly off of her stool.

Catching one of the Librarian's eyes as she passed she whispered, "Yeah… tell them I won't be coming back next year."

The woman just looked at her and for a moment Lucine wondered if what had just occurred had given her some sort of brain trauma before she blinked an 'o.k.' at her. Hmmm… maybe she had seen something after all. Well I did save their lives… in a way… sort of.

She sprinted from school to the bank to pick up the strongbox and then staggered home. The day had left her weak and weary and it wasn't even sundown yet. She had to be gone form her apartment by morning before any unwelcome visitors show up: both the Police and mythical monsters.

Her home was semi-clean and sorted. She had a large purple and black duffle bag that she plopped down on the bed before unceremoniously throwing items of clothing and other necessities in. Then she got to the photo album. Just the one; her dad hadn't had time to process more. She sat for a time and curled her feet up on the sofa as she flicked through her memories with a small smile playing on her features.

She was asleep before she could stop myself.

Now dreams were something only demi-gods didn't take for granted. Her father said he'd once received one and sometimes he'd get flashes of feeling. She used to dream all the time when she was younger but they stopped years ago as if someone had pulled the plug.

Now Lucine dreamt of a camp.

Everything in the dream was as real to her as the life she lived in.

There were seemingly endless fields of Strawberries.

A blue house stood tall overlooking a valley of some kind and numerous kids and adults where practising… training. Like real live warriors, like heroes. Ancient Greek buildings crowded here and there like an architects wet dream. Strange little creatures flitted across her vision from here to there and from the small snatches of frame she could see they were creatures of the wood. Her father often told her small stories of brave satyrs and picky naiads but to see one in person was an altogether different experience.

And then the scene changed; it went from tranquil to ominous in 2 seconds.

She wasn't sightseeing at the camp anymore; she'd been transported to someplace. This time she was somewhere dark and moderately creepy and estimated that she was underground. A low rumbling turned into a horrifyingly loud roar as she heard the snapping of massive chains. The ground beneath her feet vibrated and she swore she could count a rhythm within the thumping. The last detail of this little vision showed an image of what looked like a fifty foot three headed dog charging at her…

And then the vision started to fade but before it released her the scene shifted yet again and she trespassed on what appeared to be a rocky precipice. On the top of this dark horizon stood three women who shared a single eye and a tooth. All were extremely ugly with the old age custom appearance of three witches. The Grey Sisters.

The first with no eye or tooth spoke first. Her mouth opened to reveal a dark gummy inside.

…For there has been a trespasser upon the Kingdom of the Dead…

…And he has stolen from the fields of punishment…

…To reap a façade of future dread…

The second woman with a single tooth spoke next.

…To beg from Persephone you must…

…For Hades himself to preserve…

…The fate of your family…

…The fate of the world…

The third and last witch spoke with one large green eye penetrating into her soul.

…You must see with eyes unclouded by hate, by distrust and fear…

…Only then will they see clear…

…That blood alone doesn't always tell…

…The fate of the Reaper can sow as well…

Then they all spoke as one.

Seek out the Satyr, the trident hero and the dog of three.

Go now…

The three ladies waited for something to happen until one of them began to huff with impatience and the others watched (in their own way, they had no eyes) in amusement as if they had been waiting for her to start. Lucine was pretty bored by now herself. Then the aggravated one opened her mouth and rolled her one eye:

"Well get going then hero! Don't keep us waiting another 3 millennia!"

And Lucine was slammed out of the barren waste lands of eternity before she could shout a retort.

She awoke with her hands gripping the sides of the couch as the now closed photo album fell from her lap to the floor. She searched for the time and on the wall it read 10:00pm; she'd been asleep for almost five hours. Damn it!

Jumping up she flashed about the room plonking the rest of the clothes that she liked best into the large bag along with her photo album and a few other things. A wad of cash stuck on the underside of her bed made its way in there with a decent amount stored into her purse for emergencies. She grabbed a few things off of her nightstand to place in the empty pockets of the duffle, grabbed some Twinkies, a bottle of coke, orange juice and a bag of potato chips into the top of the bag along with a brioche loaf that would last the day and made it to the door.

Taking her keys off the small stand she took one last look at the apartment. Something inside her knew she'd never be coming back to it. She grinned, turned off the light and closed the door behind her but with a centimetre opening.

As she walked away she took a box of matches out of her pocket and lit one placing it gently against the rest so that they too would slowly alight. She put the box on the floor outside the door in front of the opening and hurried down the hall.

Now nobody lived on either side of Lucine, she'd made sure. The last time she had moved with my father the monsters had simply retraced their steps from the scent they'd left at their previous dwelling. They were attacked within an hour of their escape. You see her dad had taught her some simple protective wards that could be placed around the apartment to keep out monsters. But they weakened over time and once outside she was a sitting duck if they happened to latch onto her odour.

So this time as she'd been searching the kitchen for food, just a few minutes before she'd left she'd ripped the oven away from its sockets in the wall and had let the gas stream out.

She jogged leisurely down the stairs.

Then left the apartment complex.

And as she crossed the road-

KABOOM!

Burn baby, burn.

Light flared around her from above as her apartment exploded in a whirl of fire and debris. You see this way the police can come up with any story that they wish to. Besides she used a different name at school anyway. There she was Luna May Sorrow.

Fitting huh?

As the heat hit her back she went into the night, the strongbox tucked safely in her arms and she ignored the frantic calls and screams of the public. She'd done her homework and timed the whole thing perfectly. Nobody had been hurt, no possessions lost and everyone had evacuated just as she'd left visual range.

And so she disappeared in plain sight.

The strongbox held within it instructions written in Greek just like her father had explained. It told her to go to a place downtown on 5th called Phil's Loot and ask to speak to the Boss. Some sort of Antique boutique that stayed open even at the latest of hours.

When she arrived however she slumped to find that it was indeed closed. The sign on front told her that the owner was across the street and to make any and all inquiries to Olympus Post.

She turned 180 and almost dropped her belongs in shocked disgust/humour.

Across the street was a club that flashed blue, pink and yellow neon signs: The Downtown Wood Land Nymphs.

A Strip Joint.

Two burly looking body guards were out-front. She figured they weren't exactly human from their yellow cat like eyes.

So this Phil guy's a perv? I can handle that… you've gotta be kidding me though… please? Just this once? No? …Okay then…

Just as she wondered how she could actually get into an over 18s club when she only turned 15 a couple of weeks ago the large green and black front door opened to reveal another even larger bouncer who was having trouble dragging something into the open that just didn't want to leave the club.

She almost doubled over in hilarity when she saw that the dude the monstrously muscular bouncer was having so much trouble with was a man who was at least a foot smaller than she was.

And describing the guy as a 'man' was pushing it.

He was a satyr. And he was shouting out to the inside of the club as his fingers clamped around the door.

"No, wait, wait ladies please! No, come back! Come baaaaccccck- OW!"

He was thrown abruptly onto the tarmac road, several metres outside of the club. The big bouncer guy had to actually take a few quick breaths before resuming his imposing er pose, arms crossed across his chest and staring down at the satyr.

She shook her head and approached him as he picked himself up off the road muttering curses at the bouncers who glared back at him as their pupils turned to slits.

Lucine realised he was even shorter than she thought he was. She was short; barely 5"2 as of 5 months ago. Or at least she was short in comparison to the older people in her class. This guy was 2 feet smaller than she was and he turned to look at her bemused expression as she looked down at him. She blinked in surprise.

Holy… It was a Grecian Danny DeVito copy cat! A Danny DeVito Satyr!

He flicked off a speck of dust on his arm that wasn't there and with a grin and the haughty air of Hugh Heffner spoke to her.

"Nymphs! They can't keep their hands off me."

"Sure." Lucine swallowed her grin. "Er, are you…" She checked her instructions again as he watched with a frown. "…Philoctettes?"

He sighed and held out a hand as he started making his way towards his store. "Call me Phil."

"PHIL!"

"OW!"

In a moment of happy respite she'd latched onto his hand and squeezed too hard for her own good and turned his hands into something that resembled a single sausage.

She smiled sheepishly and scratched her head. "Oh, sorry about that. I was just er, relieved."

He looked down at his throbbing fingers dubious scowl. "Uh huh." He limped, like all satyrs do, over to his shop and started to open it up. "That's some grip you got there… Kinda reminds me of someone."

She perked up. "Ooh, Richard Sullivan?!"

The satyr whipped round.

He pointed at her as he stumbled, his eyes wide. "You're Rick's daughter?!" She nodded, grinned and did an internal happy dance when he referred to her dad as 'Rick'. Like the male lead in the movie 'The Mummy'. Cool. The satyr slapped his hand against his forehead. "Ah crap… guess it's time pay up on that favour." His hand slipped off his face and the small satyr took a good look at her with surprisingly observant eyes. "You don't look much like him, well except the eyes of course…"

She tilted her head with a shrewd expression on her face. "How do you know my dad and what's this favour you're supposed to pay up?"

He held out three fingers. "Three words: long story." Then he turned to enter his shop.

She blinked and mumbled. "That's two words." And Lucine debated whether to follow.

He shouted from inside the shop. "So are you coming in or what?!"

"Coming!"

She hurried in and closed the door behind her. Then as she turned to examine the interior of the shop more closely she gasped at the amount of small ancient artefacts he had hidden behind extremely ordinary pieces of antique craftsmanship.

"Wow." She said softly as she went to touch some charred piece of a vest.

"Watch it! That's Achilles' breast plate you're mauling!"

Lucine jumped back. "What, seriously!" The satyr moved through the shop without looking at anything. Perfect muscle memory.

He huffed. "Yeah, seriously, who did you think trained him?"

She racked her memory. "Er, I thought it was Chiron?"

He rolled his eyes at her. "Yeah, it's always him they remember." He rustled to the back of the store and she followed noticing how the upholstery changed into something a little freer, outdoorsy, pine wood and open spaces. He continued to talk as he walked; grabbing a plate from a side bench and taking a huge chunk out of it, oblivious to Lucine's dropped jaw. "Well, he wasn't alone on his one man, uh, one centaur's quest to save the world." Then the little satyr laughed. "…Would-be has-beens anyway." He ended the mutter with a sigh.

She frowned at his saddened expression. "Would-be has-beens?"

They stopped at what looked like a locker room; the left wall was complete filled with office cabinets, the other lockers and there was a slight smell of grape with a metallic scent in the air.

Philoctettes turned and gave her a tired kind of glare. Then he pressed a button on the wall and a scraping sound echoed through the room as the cabinets slowly slid to the side to reveal an opening in the wall. Old pictures and scriptures, even medals hung all over the space all with extremely famous names engraved on them, if her Greek was as good as she thought. "Theseus, Odysseus, Perseus, Jason, heh even Achilles let me down. Each of their stories ended in disaster, and none of them stayed heroes."

"But I thought Perseus got a happy ending."

"Yeah, but he settled down. His first and last great act of heroism done and gone before he was 30. Hec, before he was 25!" The tone of his voice made it sound as though this was the worst thing that could ever happen. As if heroes should end their days fighting horrors.

Plus she was a little confused. Lucine had come to find Phil at her father's request and she wasn't quite sure what to do now that she had. But still… she was fascinated. He was a real trainer of heroes. And he had a New Yorker accent.

"But then there was Hercules."

His voice was wistful and she looked at him to see a small smile lighten his features as he looked to his past. The change made his eyes sparkle like a child's and Lucine almost gulped.

"The man wouldn't stay down. He never stopped. He took on giants too …ah I couldn't have been prouder if he was my own kid. He even ended up with his face in the stars. I mean it's not like I wanted all heroes to have a hard life… I just thought it a waste to let go of all that potential. Heroes were needed long after those guys put up their shields." He added at her confused look.

She let him reminisce for a second before he turned back into Attitude R US Phil.

"So. What do you want me for?"

Lucine sighed and set down her bag feeling suddenly foolish. "My dad told me that when the time was right I had to come find you." And then she remembered the dream she'd had. "…And he wasn't the only one."

He raised a sceptical eyebrow. "Huh?"

"The Grey Sisters sent me a dream."

The satyr stilled for so long Lucine wondered if she'd uttered some sort forbidden word that caused lock jaw in its listeners until a loud groan sounded from his mouth. "You've gotta be kidding me! I haven't been involved with any demi-god in decades! Just because three old bags decide to-"

"I thought you said you owed my dad a favour?" She asked politely and he glowered at her. It wasn't even remotely intimidating; it actually made her want to pat him on the head or something.

Then he blushed and her curiosity rose. "Yeah, well that's a more personal item of er… kids like you aren't supposed to hear about stuff like this! Where is your father anyway?"

Lucine just looked at him and waited for him to get it.

And then the obviousness of the expression reached him and he closed his eyes and sighed. His shoulders slumped and he stayed quiet like that for a time.

"I'm sorry kid."

She half-smiled and shrugged. For some reason she knew that Phil knew just how much she'd lost in loosing Richard Sullivan.

"So you want to be a hero kid? Just because your father was a demi-god?" And attitude Phil was alive and kicking again. "You have to be a demi-god to, you know, be a demi-god."

"I know." She nodded. "But… there's something different about me too. I don't know what it is but today I was attacked by the Queen of all Cobras and-"

"WOW! Hold up!" His hands made a slashing motion. "You fought The Queen Cobra herself? …You?"

Lucine nodded again this time with innocence icing.

It took a moment and then he started shaking with silent laughter and she pouted. When the laugh became a roar of hysteria she started tapping her foot on the floor and folded her arms waiting for his fit to finally finish.

He hiccupped. "Heh."

"Are you done?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, I'm about to start another round. You should keep talking this could take a while."

She glowered at him. "Okay… Well I shot her in between the eyes with my bow and…"

She trailed off when the laughter started up again.

"Oh come on! Is it so hard to believe?! Do I really look that pathetic to you?!"

"Hell yeah!" He shouted in between laughs. "You're a skinny little nobody!"

She frowned. "You know, I've survived all by myself for almost a year since my dad died. I'm not completely inept. All I'm asking for is some help."

As the last laugh sighed from his lips he straightened for a second and then started to scratch his head as he looked her over with a critical eye.

"How strong are you?" He muttered at her.

The conversational change disrupted the rhythm of her thoughts for a moment. "Er… I'm not sure. Why?"

He didn't reply. Instead he pushed off the locker he was leaning on and began to walk away. "Look kid, it isn't me you should be speaking to here. You need to get to that camp they've got for you guys…"

"Camp?"

"Half-Blood Hill." Even as he spoke the words she knew that she was indeed supposed to go to this place. There she'd find some answers to who or what she was.

"Well could you point me in the right direction at least? I'm kind of clueless here?" She said feeling helpless.

"Hadn't noticed." The satyr grumbled.

Lucine ignored the slight and waited for him to make his mind up. If anything she wanted him to accompany her there. For some unfathomable reason she felt that he had to join her; that she had arrived on his doorstep because she was suppose to, because she was fated to. Now normally she didn't put much stock in fate. She believed that the concept of fate is what people made of it; through the choices of each and every individual was what made the earth the way it is today.

Though of course she would ignore the fact that people had also caused their fair share of appalling acts of travesty and slaughter. But hey, right now she needed to think positive.

Unfortunately Phil wasn't given the time to make what seemed like a simple decision when in fact it was the kind that would change the scope of his existence forever.

A crash was heard out form the front of the store and Phil became still.

She frowned. "What is it?"

"Shush!"

He scampered out of the locker room and she followed him past the back rooms towards the noise that growing increasingly raucous. She swore she heard a hiss and a cackle.

Philoctettes stopped just in view of the rest of the store past the counter and ducked dragging her with him. Briefly he glanced around the side and froze. Lucine frowned and nudged him and he whirled to look at her; he'd gone pale and his eyes where as big as the plate he was gnawing on.

"Scythian Dracaenae." He whispered as he shook comically in fear, his knees knocking together with his fingers over his mouth. Dragon women, Lucine translated.

Craning her neck over the side she smacked Phil's hand out of the way as he tried to drag her back down and she fought to see what the hell dragon women were.

And not for the first time she wished she wasn't so bloody curious.

There were two, humanoid in shape from what she could see in the darkness of the store and the moonlight coming through the window. What made her blanch were the legs. Each had twin serpents for legs and both were freakishly tall and probably fast as a fox as well.

She whipped back down and squeaked even quieter than Phil had, then whispered with an even more comic expression of fear on her face. "Dragon Women!"

"That's what I said!" He whispered furiously back.

All Lucine had was a bow (albeit Grecian) that had once been her father's and possessed little past experience with it. The Giant Cobra had been a lucky kill but even if she was remotely fortunate now (and never had been in the past) she'd be able to take out just one of the monsters, at best.

Counting on Philoctettes wasn't an option either. She'd been out of the game too long seeing as how he was cowering even worse than she was. He taught heroes to be heroic; he himself was not by any meaning of the word a hero.

Lucine almost yelped again when he grabbed her hand to drag her back through the various backrooms but him being so small made her stoop and trip so like the obvious lucky absentee freak of nature she was alerted the two Scythian Dracaenae to their positions. She heard them hiss and talk and say, "this way!" in Greek as she and Phil scrambled to the back. Phil locked the door with a deadbolt and she shoved two of the lockers in front of it afterwards.

"Is there another way out of here?!" She shouted at the satyr.

"Yeah, but first thing's first!" He yelled fearfully.

He ran to flick another button on the wall next to the first and the remaining lockers folded to the side to reveal a cabinet behind them. He opened it and pulled out a small metal case and threw it quick to her and she immediately tucked it into her large bag. Then he grabbed a knapsack of his own and laced his arm through the handle just as the two monster women hammered on the door. And by hammered she saw that it actually shook on its hinges and forced the deadlock into a metal groan as it started to twist around.

"Am-scram!" Phil blitzed past her and headed through a smaller concealed door under the buttons. It closed automatically behind her as she followed and they made their way through a short width of corridor before both she and the satyr made it to the road at the back of the shop.

Behind them they heard a faint crash.

Phil rounded on her instantly. "Geez! What the hell did you do?! Smoke a temple?!"

Lucine looked at him as she sprinted towards the bus stop; he had trouble keeping up and she slowed. "What do you mean me?! They could have been after you!" And even as she said it she knew he was right.

"I haven't been attacked in a long time. Trust me! I'm not that much of a threat! You're the one they're after!"

They both caught the bus a moment later and after a slight bit of trepidation on Phil's part got on board after she shoved him inside and paid the driver.

"The Mist will cover you so stop worrying about it." Lucine whispered in his ear.

He mumbled all the way to the back of the bus where they both sat and glanced out of the windows nervously. As the bus drove away they both watched as the back door of his shop was blasted to pieces.

He moaned and she felt a nice measure of guilt settle on her shoulders. "My shop! I'm never going to be able to go back… and that sweet bar across from my place…"

The guilt evaporated on the spot. "You mean the strip club."

He just kept muttering to himself and Lucine stayed silent until he said, "I've gotta show you the way to Camp Half-Blood. You won't be safe until you get there."

She tried not to let the sinking disappointment show. "You could come with me you know. Train heroes again. You could train me, I suck!"

"You don't have to tell me that!" Then he blinked as if caught. "Hell no! I'm too old to get into the hero business again."

"Are you sure?" She said as her eyes pleaded with him. "I need to prove myself to Zeus and all the other Olympians to give me a chance. To be a real hero." Lucine couldn't understand why this meant so much too her. All she knew was that she wouldn't get anywhere without the guidance and aid that only a god or goddess could bestow upon her.

But he started laughing again even though his eyes were serious.

"You know Achilles? He wanted to be a hero so much he went off to Troy and got himself killed. He was too young to die but he ignored the stupid prophecy proclaiming his death and he went anyway." He looked at Lucine. "Is that what you want?" Then he shook his head when she tried to open her mouth. "Trust me kid, the hero business is for rookies who don't know better."

"But Phil I can go the distance!"

"Oh please! You want me to take you to camp! You want me to train you! It's always pain and disappointment with… well except for Hercules."

She watched as his face changed to a hopeful kind of grimace before it shattered completely.

He shook his head and raised his arms to form an x shape. "My answer is two words!-"

The air tingled with static and you could almost smell the ozone. Phil quieted and stared out the window. "Oh no…"

Before Lucine could ask what the problem was she was thrown towards the window as a bolt of lightning hit bus. It must have been relatively weak in force because it didn't blow a hole through the roof. What it did do was spread an electric charge throughout the vehicle; a whirl of blue voltage making the hair on her arms stand on end but not doing much of anything else. Phil however got a good bolt of it as he started to singe and his hair looked like he'd stuck his finger in a plug socket. He stood shocked and ramrod on his seat as the whole bus went crazy. The passengers went crazy as they held onto their seats in fear. The wheels skidded to a stop and driver cursed as the engine smoked steam. He ran off the bus to stare at it from the outside as if looking for a clue to the massive electric shock.

Meanwhile the passengers all shouted and ran after him as if afraid that remaining behind would only ensure future shock therapy.

Phil and Lucine were left alone on the bus.

The satyr blinked and she waited on tender hooks hoping he was alright and really wishing she could laugh without giving offence. He looked ridiculous. She tapped her fingers against her cushioned seat and hummed a tune that didn't make sense.

Then Phil exhaled. "Alright… I'll take you to camp." He wheezed sounding utterly defeated. And yet, Lucine noticed, not all together bothered by it.

She smiled with sincerity as he slowly made his way off of the seat. "Really? Will you help with my training as well?"

"No-"

The sky started to rumble again and his eyes flickered up.

"Maybe." He added grudgingly… and with a small smile of hopeless defeat. He sighed and looked at her.

"Zeus must have something in mind for you. Are you sure you want to go? To be a hero means you have to stick with your choices."

She raised an eyebrow. "Well then we'll just have to see how I do then won't we."

The satyr shook his head with a grin and grabbed her arm. "Come on, we've gotta split before we catch more unwanted attention."

They climbed off the bus and walked slowly around the passengers trying to effectively go by them without being noticed. Slowly they made their way to the trees on the side of the road.

As they stepped through some over grown bushes Phil spoke again.

"I'll take you to long Island South. We've got a bit of walking to do. Here…"

He passed her his Knapsack. "Satyrs like me don't do well with luggage."

Lucine narrowed his eyes. Great, she'd become his personal baggage handler. Then he spoke again.

"You know…"

She turned towards him.

"…I'd lost hope that there would ever be another hero for me to train, I'm not saying I will train you mind but… this feels a lot like the beginning of a Bards story. Never met a female hero before." He saw her frown in dissatisfaction. "Hey don't look at me like that! It's true. There aren't many heroines out there. And that reminds me…"

"Hmm?"

"Who's you're mother kid?"

She rolled her eyes. "I have a name you know and it isn't 'kid'."

"Oh, excuse me oh mighty hero! What is thy name?" He bowed patronizingly at her.

She sighed. "It's going to take me a while before I earn the title of even a junior hero… and my name is Lucine. Lucine Maximus Sullivan."

She saw a whisper of another smile cross the satyr's features.

"That's kind of a mouthful… I'll call you Luce. So Luce, who was your mother?"

Lucine stopped next to a tree.

"Honestly? I have no idea. My father didn't say a thing about her."

Phil looked up at her with a sad quality his face.

"Do you think she was a goddess maybe?"

She shrugged. "Really, I haven't any clue as to who she may or may not be. My dad he never… I always got the feeling that it was too painful to talk about her." She looked down at Phil who was scratching his chin in thought. "Did you know her?"

He looked up and blinked. "No. The last time I saw your pops was about 10 years ago. He didn't say much to me, he just gave me that metal case in your bag there."

She tilted her head, curious. "What's inside the box?"

"Never you mind." She slumped.

"Come on. We've a ways to go before we get there."

They continued on through the trees under the guidance of the moon's light. She remembered the smile he had earlier…

"Why did you smile when I told you my name?"

The Satyr laughed. "Oh, it was just something Rick used to say. He told me that life should be lived 'to the Max'. It was so typical of him to name you Lucine Maximus. Maximus means 'The Greatest'."

She nodded. "And Lucine means 'Light'. You know my name is hyphenated right?"

"Huh?"

"My name. Lucine-Maximus. It's one name."

He chuckled with raised eyebrows. "I bet you had fun in high school."

Lucine-Maximus= the Greatest Light.

Obviously her dad loved her.

Okay, I need to say that this. The updates on this won't be frequent. At least not for a while. I'm currently job hunting, volunteering, finishing my dissertation and trying desperately to make do with the fact that I have no idea what to do with my life.

But soon… soon I shall make amends.

Just give me some time.

Love you all.