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GROVER

Grover was sitting in a clearing with Juniper, eating strawberries, when he heard the telltale clip-clop that signalled Chiron's approach. Immediately he swallowed the last bite of the strawberry he'd been eating and stood up, wanting to find out what Chiron wanted. It was rare for the camp director to seek him out.

Chiron looked more tired than Grover had ever seen him, face lined and eyes dark. "Grover, Juniper," he greeted them. "I have something important to tell you. It's about Percy and Annabeth's quest."

"What is it?!" Grover asked, heart racing. Chiron continually gave the campers updates on the quest as he got them-everyone wanted to know everything about it. It was a Great Prophecy being fulfilled, after all.

Chiron sighed. "Grover, Gaea has been defeated, but two losses were sustained. The Seven are not quite the Seven anymore."

Grover felt his eyes widen of their own volition. Who was it?

"Grover, I'm sorry. Percy and Annabeth didn't make it."

Grover stood frozen, unable to move. He heard Juniper quietly step away from him, but the sound was lost as he numbly tried to process the information. Percy and Annabeth? Gone? Percy, the best friend Grover had ever had, and Annabeth, one of the smartest and bravest demigods he'd ever known, dead? Just like that?

Grover had really hated Gaea already. It was because of her that hundreds of satyrs and nymphs had died, and he had been powerless to do anything. And now, because the Seven-or now, the Five-had defeated her, he was powerless again. Weak then, weak now. He wasn't brave like the questing demigods. He was just a tiny satyr who couldn't have helped his only friends in their time of need.

Feeling utterly alone and utterly useless, Grover fell to his knees and cried. Cried for the deaths Gaea had caused, for the damage she had wreaked, for the peace she had stolen-all of it. And most definitely he cried for Percy and Annabeth, and for the fact that however brave he'd thought himself to be, however smart or powerful or god-blessed, he was still just one satyr. And what good was one satyr to the world?

R&R?