I figure I should leave a little authors note. So hello, I am Caitlin. Thanks for reading my story, I truly appreciate it. Enjoy.

My eyes flutter open and I find myself in a cot, in a small white room with a pretty girl hovering over me, looking at me lovingly. I stare back in her familiar blue eyes, hoping to intimidate her, but she continues to smile and says "how are you feeling?"
Confusion must have been apparent in my face because she adds with a chuckle "I'm Maggie".
I put on my stone cold expression an reply, "ok... So what are you doing here?"
She puts her hand to her mouth and giggles again. "I took care of you after you consumed all that ambrosia. Had to have your stomach pumped, you know"
I close my eyes, leaving her waiting for my response. I want her to go away. She annoys me. But she did help me. I open my eyes and greet her cheery smile with an equally enthusiastic one. I cock my head to the side and say "do you know where Metu is?" She looks confused for a moment but then recognition washes over her face with a smile "ohh you mean... Ok I'll get her" she steps out of the room, her bouncy walk making her scarlet curls jump at her every step. I examine the room I'm in. There is a generous sized flat screen tv hanging on the wall and to the side of me is a square table, with a vase of sunflowers, resting on top. I pluck a sunflower out of the vase, it's stem dripping with water, and I examine its beauty. I've always been fond of sunflowers, it's sunny petals have such a comfort and warmth to them. I'm still stroking the flower petals when Metu walks in, freshly clothed in a bright orange t-shirt and jeans, smiling.
"Hello muñeca. How are you feeling?"
"What happened there Metu?"
Metu frowns and sighs, "Here my name is Metrodora. People here don't know me as Metu."
"What do you mean? Where are we Metu? I want answers." I say, starting to get irritated with this woman. She pats my leg and sits on the side of the bed. "It's a lot to explain. But I think I know a good place to start". She gets up and reaches for her belt and begins to unfasten it. I'm horrified once I realize what she's going to do. Is this woman crazy? "Metu! What are you doing?" I say just as she yanks off her brown belt. "Aye, don't fret" says Metu as she pulls down her blue jeans. There, underneath her jeans where her legs should be, is brown hair. Tons of brown hair, or fur actually. I push myself to sit up on the bed, still feeling a dull heat in my body as I move, and look at Metu for some kind of explanation. She gives a small chuckle at my confused, horrified, expression. "I guess I don't shave as often as you huh?" She shrugs and then continues, "I'm a satyr. That means I'm half human, half goat. And I'm not the only one. There are many of my kind as well as other creatures you have only heard about in stories. It's all real."
I can't stop staring at her legs and only briefly hear her words.
"So you're a freak." I manage to get out. She looks crushed. I know I'm being mean but this is the way I handle things I don't understand. I don't understand what happened with that goat and the horns and the food that made me burn, I don't understand where I am, and I don't understand what Metu is.
"Where am I Metu?"
"You're at Camp Half-blood".
I shove this piece of information aside for a moment and ask,
"Who was that goat who tried to hurt us?"
"That was Amalthea, the goat who nursed baby Zeus, and who from her horn gave our world it's first cornucopia. The cornucopia, or horn of plenty, has such powers that whenever the possessor wished, it would instantaneously become filled with whatever might be desired"
I study Metu's face looking for any traces of a lie on her honest face.
I saw the cornucopia, it had all the golden cubes, or ambrosia as people call it, spilling from it.
"But there was two horns, the cornucopia, and the one I pulled off her head?"
She leans over getting closer to me and whispers, as if to tell a secret.
"I have hidden the horns. The camp does not know we have them. They are safe. We will discuss them later. We have enough to talk about for now."
For a long time Metu stays with me telling me everything I need to know about what's going on.
"So my father i- is a god?" I let all of the I formation sink in. My brain is trying to organize this information. I can't help wondering if this is another dream, but then I look at the new Metu. No. This isn't the new Metu, this was how Metu was the whole time.
"So where is he?" I ask.
"He's... Um. Listen, the gods...they... They don't usually keep in touch with their children. They are off, ruling the sky, the seas, the dead. They have very important things to worry about"
This angers me, "so what's more important then me. What keeps my dad so busy that he doesn't check up on me? On mom?"
Oh mom. She must've known this whole time.
"I don't know who your father is. After you were born I got a message saying I was to look after you. Protect you. I assume it was from your father. I asked your mother, begged her to tell me who your father was but she was always drunk. She would start crying if I brought up your father so I just stopped asking. But don't worry, your father will reveal himself soon enough."

I sigh and rest my head on the pillow, wondering who my father is. Perhaps he is the god of the sea, I think. Or maybe he rules over money. Maybe he'll make me rich. Or maybe he's one of the minor gods, Metu talked about. I scoff at the idea of my parent being a minor god, how boring that would be. My dad is probably no less then the god of the sky, the mighty Zeus, which happens to be the only god I paid attention to in class while Mrs Ramos was discussing Greek culture in my history class. I liked how strong Zeus looked in the pictures. Like he had so much authority. His no tolerance expression that let you know with a flick of his hand he could blast you to bits.
I fall asleep thinking about my mystery parent.

I wake up in the same room I woke up in last time. But this time the room was empty. I swing my legs from under the sheets and on to the cool tile floor. My legs are stiff and weak and when I try to stand I stumble to the ground, onto my behind. Sighing, I reach to the bed for support as I try to stand. Then just as I grasp the edge of the bed a man comes in. He's covered in eyes. He has bright blue eyes on his face, neck, arms,and legs. I scream and shuffle backwards when he leans down to me and puts out his hand. Before he can grab me I punch his crotch as hard as I can. He staggers back clearly in pain and I stare at him panting and unsure what to do. Then Metu rushes in with a man in a wheelchair.
"What happened?" She exclaims and she helps me back onto the bed.
"I fell and then he came in and tried to attack me!" I say and she looks at the man in the wheelchair.
Then he answers me with a calm smile and a wise voice,
"He was only trying to help you, dear"
Then he rolls his chair over to the bed, sticks out his hand for me to shake and says "Hello, I'm Chiron. Welcome to Camp Halfblood."
I narrow my eyes at him and he meets my eyes and keeps his hand held out. Metu notices my refusal to greet his hand and she shifts her weight nervously. Chiron keeps my gaze for about five bores his eyes into mine. I'm not intimidated by this but surprised at his stubbornness. Then I whip out my hand and grab his as firmly as I can and he returns with a grasp just as firm. Then we let go and Metu says "Are you feeling better?"
I wait to see if the heat is still in me but i get nothing so I nod my head.
Then Chiron says "Great. You will stay with the Hermes cabin until your parent claims you." He looks at Metu and she brings some clothes and a piece of paper. I take the paper while Chiron explains that it's my schedule for camp and that I'm expected to attend my assigned activity this afternoon. I put the paper beside me and take the clothes from Metu. I examine the orange t-shirt. Ew, cotton. I pinch it between my fingers as if its dirty and take the jeans Metu hands me. She helps me stand and then leaves me alone to change. I practice walking in the room pacing slowly until I can recover the graceful strut I've mastered over the years. Metu comes in and we walk a long hall with doors on either side and walk out into a big room. There are a bunch of teenagers bustling about, but most stop to watch me. I smirk with a smile that says "I almost got burned from the inside out, but I still look good".