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"I'm your dream, make you real. I'm your eyes when you must steal. I'm your pain when you can't feel. Sad but true." Alex sang along to Metallica's Sad But True, nodding his head along with the beat of the song as he lounged back comfortably in the back of the Camaro. He sang quietly as Percy and Sally were chatting in the front, and he didn't want to cut in so he sang as quietly as he could and didn't draw any attention to himself unless they did it first.

It's called being a very considerate, nice friend.

It was sunset when they arrived, and Alex let out an impressed whistle as he took in the sight before him. The cabin looked pretty nice as was a little pastel box with faded curtains, half sunken into the dunes.

As they got out of the car and took their stuff out, Sally turned to the boys. "Why don't you boys go and get unpacked and I'll let the owners know we've arrived."

"Sure thing, mom." Percy nodded.

Alex took out a roll of cash in a rubber band and tossed it to Sally. "Here, that's my pay since I don't want to be here just for free."

"You don't have-"

"Mom." Percy stopped her with a smile. "Just let him. You'll be fighting a losing battle when it come's to his stubbornness."

"I am not stubborn." Alex huffed.

"Suuuure." Percy drawled out, making his friend give him an annoyed look before he turned away, grumbling. No, he was not pouting. He did not pout.

Sally chuckled at the interaction before nodding. "Very well, Alex." With that, she headed off while Alex and Percy worked on unpacking the rest of their stuff from the car and taking it into the cabin.

When they got in, Alex looked out around the place. It was pretty basic with a couple of cupboards, a small kitchen, a bathroom and a couple of beds. Thankfully there was a bunk bed and a double bed so they would not have to worry about anyone sharing or sleeping on the floor. There were a few cobwebs around but Alex just figured that was because the place was not used much.

"It's not much." Percy said, setting his bag down and looking around the cabin. "But I have loved coming here ever since I was little."

"I can see why." Alex nodded. "It's a nice place for a vacation."

"For my mom, this places means a lot to her." Percy said, looking to see Sally was now coming back. "This is where she met my dad."

Alex looked at his friend. "You don't talk about him much."

"I never knew him." Percy said quietly, looking to the floor. "He left before I was born. I wish I knew him."

Alex knew that feeling very well. It was the same for him in terms of his mother. Who was she? Where was she? Why did she leave? Did she love him? Love his dad? What was she like? Would she be proud of him?

All those questions always piled up in his mind, and he always hung on to what his dad has told him about his mother, that she really wanted to stay and raise him alongside his father.

When Sally came back, they unpacked their stuff from the cases and then went outside to the beach. Alex mostly laid on the beach, practically sunbathing or enjoying the view, while Percy and Sally walked on the beach, fed blue corn chips to the seagulls, and munched on blue jelly beans, blue saltwater taffy, and all the other free samples Sally had brought from her work.

As he watched, a tinge of jealousy appeared in the pit of Alex's stomach. He wished his mother was here so he could do this with her. Walk on a beach, maybe go hunting with her since she was a hunter herself. Have an archery competition with her. Stargaze at the moon. He wished she was here to do those things with him.

Alex internally sighed and lounged back. "I doubt it'll ever happen." He muttered under his breath.

Soon, the sun had set and the moon was out in full view, causing the ocean to glitter and gleam just like it did during the day. But Alex found it to be more beautiful under the gaze of the moon. He always felt energized being under it, like he could go ten rounds against a giant horde of demons and come out on top without breaking a sweat.

They made a fire, roasted hot dogs, and marshmallows. Sallt told them stories about when she was a kid, back before her parents died in the plane crash. She told them about the books she wanted to write someday, when she had enough money to quit the candy shop.

Finally, Percy asked about his dad. Alex looked at him, then looked at Sally whose eyes went all misty as she held back tears.

"He was kind, Percy," she said. "Tall, handsome, and powerful. But gentle, too. You have his black hair, you know, and his green eyes."

Sally fished a blue jelly bean out of her candy bag. "I wish he could see you, Percy. He would be so proud."

"How old was I?" Percy asked. "I mean ... when he left?"

She watched the flames. "He was only with me for one summer, Percy. Right here at this beach. This cabin."

"But... he knew me as a baby."

"No, honey. He knew I was expecting a baby, but he never saw you. He had to leave before you were born."

Percy nodded, obviously feeling a little hurt that his father never really met him. That he had left before he was even born, before he could even see his own son.

"What about you, Alex?" Sally asked. "I know your father, but there's not much talk about your mother."

Alex shrugged. "She left when I was a year old. Dad said that she didn't want to leave and refused to put me down for three days straight, before she eventually left because of some family trouble on her side. All I remember of her is silver eyes like my own."

The conversation went quiet for a bit before things picked up. Percy asked Sally what they were going to since Percy would need to find a new school. Sally told them they would have to find something for him. While Percy was beginning to wonder whether Sally actually wanted him around which caused Sally to get a little teary eyed and hug her son close Alex just sat and ate his marshmallow. What he wouldn't give just to be able to spend a little bit of time with his mom just like Percy and Sally.

"Alex." Sally said getting the silver-eyed boy's attention. He saw Sally standing in front of him and Percy getting up. "We're going to head in now. Don't be too late." She said, giving him a quick peck to the forehead.

"Sure." He said, blushing a little. "I'll be in a little while. I just want to enjoy the night for a little while longer."

The two nodded before they walked inside the cabin and gently shut the door. Alex took a breath before he got off the log he was sitting on and laid down on the sand and looked up at the stars in the sky. It had felt like forever since he just looked up at the stars but with demon hunting, studying and school it took up most of his time.

The stars all twinkled brightly as he stared up at them from his spot. He saw the Andromeda, Orion, Virgo, Ursa Major, Hercules, Scorpius constellations and smiled.

"I hope we meet soon, mom." He said quietly to the air.

He sat out there for a few more minutes, then sighed and went into the cabin to turn in for the night.

He was unaware of warm, brown eyes looking at him through the campfire.

"You will meet her soon, Alex." A soft voice whispered. "You just need to be patient a little longer."

The fire was then snuffed out, leaving embers drifting off.


Later that night, Alex shot up in bed with wide eyes as a loud thunderclap went off in the sky. He looked outside to see a storm had arrived. The sea was roiling, churning, practically roaring. It was very aggressive and Alex pitied any boats that were out at sea at the moment.

As for the sky, dark clouds had rolled in, and lightning was going off at random times, bringing brief moments of false-daylight. It was like the sky was alive and shouting.

"Sounds like God's pissed." Alex muttered under his breath and was about to lay back down and go to sleep when there was a loud thudding on the cabin door.

He got out of bed as Sally and Percy woke up, although Alex noted how Percy had a freaked out look on his face. he must've had a weird dream or something.

Reaching the door, Alex threw it open to see Grover on the other side. "Grover?"

"I've been searching for you all night!" Grover huffed and puffed. "What were you thinking?"

Alex pointed to Percy. "It was all his idea and..." Alex paused as he noticed Grover's legs. Rather than human-looking ones, they were that of a goat. Cloven hooves and everything. "Grover... you want to explain this?"

"No time! Right now, I have to get you and Percy out of here." Grover shook his head.

Just then a thunderstorm sounded out through the area and the winds began picking up. Sally was out of bed with a long blue robe covering her pyjamas. She took one look at Grover before a face of terror made its way to her. She quickly turned around and looked straight at Percy.

"Percy," she said, shouting to be heard over the rain. "What happened at school? What didn't you tell me?"

"We don't have time to talk. It's right behind me. We have to go now." Grover said worriedly.

Sally continued to look straight at Percy and then glanced over towards Alex. "What did you boys not tell me?"

Percy was still to shocked to speak so Alex began to tell her about the incident with Mrs Dodds, overhearing Grover and Mr. Brunner talk about them in Mr. Brunner's office and then the weird old ladies that they saw when the bus broke down.

If possible Sally went even paler before she ran over and grabbed her purse. "Boys, go and get in the car now!"

Grover ran for the car—but he wasn't running, exactly. He was trotting, shaking his shaggy hindquarters. Alex shook his head at the sight then grabbed his guitar case, as well as his hidden guns which he holstered quickly.

When all of them were in the car, Sally floored it.

They tore through the night as they made their way along the dark country roads. Wind was slamming against the Camaro. Rain lashed the windshield. No one was sure how Sally could see where she was going but she continued to drive like she was on autopilot.

"So um Grover you and my mom know each other?" Percy asked finally finding his voice.

"Sort off. She doesn't exactly know me but she knew I was watching over you. Both of you" he said looking at both Percy and Alex, who was in the passenger seat. Alex raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

"Creepy, but okay." Alex couldn't help but comment, earning a mild glare from Grover.

"I was keeping tabs on you. Making sure you were okay. But I wasn't faking being your friend," Grover added hastily. "I am your friend."

"Urn ... what are you, exactly?" Percy asked

Grover waved it off. "That doesn't matter right now."

"It doesn't matter? From the waist down, my best friend is a donkey—"

Grover let out a sharp, throaty "Blaa-ha-ha!"

Alex looked at him with his eyebrows raised and a bit of a grin on his face, because that was hilarious. However, he shook it off and looked at Percy.

"He's a Satyr, Percy." He informed him. "Human from the waist up, goat from the waist down."

Grover nodded at him. "How did you know?"

"I read a lot of Greek mythology growing up." Alex answered with a shrug.

"Whoa. Wait. Satyrs. You mean like ... Mr. Brunner's myths?" Percy asked, trying to wrap his head around this.

"Were those old ladies at the fruit stand a myth, Percy? Was Mrs. Dodds a myth?"

"So you admit there was a Mrs. Dodds!" Alex pointed at him victoriously,

"Of course."

"Then why—" Percy started.

"The less you knew, the fewer monsters you'd attract," Grover said, like that should be perfectly obvious. "We put Mist over the humans' eyes. We hoped you'd think the Kindly One was a hallucination. But it was no good. You started to realize who you are."

"Kindly Ones? Oh you gotta be kidding..." Alex groaned, knowing who the Kindly Ones were from Greek mythology. "Mrs. Dodds was one of the Furies of Hades?!"

"Don't say the name!" Grover bleated nervously. "Names have power!"

"Percy," Sally cut in, "there's too much to explain and not enough time. We have to get you and Alex to safety."

"Safety from what? Who's after us?"

"Oh, nobody much," Grover said, looking outside. "Just the Lord of the Dead and a few of his blood-thirstiest minions. Well, moreso you Percy, but we need to get you to safety as well, Alex."

"Ugh... I am way too tired for this." Alex muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. Demons were one thing, but creatures from Greek mythology? What's next, the Greek Gods?

'Ugh, I'm getting a headache.' Alex grimaced, rubbing his forehead.

Sally made a hard left. They swerved onto a narrower road, racing past darkened farmhouses and wooded hills and PICK YOUR OWN STRAWBERRIES signs on white picket fences.

"Where are we going?" Percy asked.

"The summer camp I told you about." Sally said, her voice was tight; she was trying for their sake not to be scared. "The place your father wanted to send you."

"The place you didn't want me to go."

"Please, dear," Sally begged. "This is hard enough. Try to understand. You're in danger."

"Because some old ladies cut yarn."

"Those weren't old ladies," Grover said. "Those were the Fates. Do you know what it means—the fact they appeared in front of you? They only do that when you're about to ... when someone's about to die."

"Whoa. You said 'you.'"

"No I didn't. I said 'someone.'"

"You meant 'you.' As in Percy." Alex put in.

"I meant you, like 'someone.' Not you, you."

"Boys!" Sally said.

She pulled the wheel hard to the right, and Alex got a glimpse of a figure she'd swerved to avoid—a dark fluttering shape now lost behind them in the storm.

"What was that?" Percy asked, having also seen the figure.

"We're almost there," Sally said, ignoring his question. "Another mile. Please. Please. Please."

It was all silent until a blinding flash lit up the area before the car suddenly went boom and caused the car to flip over and land on the ground upside down.

"Ow..." Alex groaned, shoving his guitar case off his face after taking it full force. He groaned as he cracked his nose. "That one hurt."

"Is everyone okay?!" Sally asked worriedly.

"Peachy." Alex groaned as Percy called back that he was okay, however Grover was unconscious. For a second, Alex thought he was dead...

And then Grover groaned out 'food', making Alex sigh in both relief and disbelief.

"How the hell can you be thinking about food right now, goat boy?" Alex muttered as he undid his seatbelt and grunted when he fell to the now upside down roof of the car. Turning carefully, he kicked the door right off its hinges and crawled out, grabbing his guitar case and placing it beside the car. He went about helping Sally and percy get out of the car when they heard loud footsteps, as if something big was running towards them.

Alex looked down the road and blinked as he saw a huge figure in the distance. It was a dark silhouette of a huge guy, like a football player. He seemed to be holding a blanket over his head. His top half was bulky and fuzzy. His upraised hands made it look like he had horns.

As Alex dragged Grover out of the car, Sally caught their attention. "Boys, you see that tall pine tree there?"

Another flash of lightning, and through the smoking hole in the roof they saw the tree she meant: a huge, White House Christmas tree-sized pine at the crest of the nearest hill.

"That's the property line," Sally said. "Get over that hill and you'll see a big farmhouse down in the valley. Run and don't look back. Yell for help. Don't stop until you reach the door."

"Mom, you're coming too." Percy insisted

Her face was pale, her eyes as sad as when she looked at the ocean.

"No!" Percy shouted. "You are coming with us."

"Nobody's staying behind." Alex declared as he held Grover over his shoulder after putting the guitar case on his back. He than started jogging in the direction of the tree. "To me! Follow!"

Percy grabbed his mother's hand and took off after Alex.

"Food." Grover groaned causing Alex to chuckle.

"It's nice to know your having a good dream, buddy. But you seriously need to cut down on the enchiladas." He remarked.

The man with the blanket on his head kept coming toward them, making his grunting, snorting noises. As he got closer, Alex realized he couldn't be holding a blanket over his head, because his hands—huge meaty hands—were swinging at his sides. There was no blanket. Meaning the bulky, fuzzy mass that was too big to be his head... was his head. And the points that looked like horns...

"He doesn't want us," Sally told the boys. "He wants you. And maybe you, Alex. Besides, I can't cross the property line."

"But..." Percy started

"We don't have time, Percy. Go. Please."

"Keep moving! Both of you!" Alex said, pushing them onwards while taking glances back to make certain that whatever was chasing them wasn't catching up.

As he did, he got a very good look at the creature, especially with his ability to see in the dark. He was seven feet tall, easy, his arms and legs like something from the cover of Muscle Man magazine—bulging biceps and triceps and a bunch of other 'ceps, all stuffed like baseballs under vein-webbed skin. He wore no clothes except underwear—I mean, bright white Fruit of the Looms—which would've looked funny, except that the top half of his body was so scary. Coarse brown hair started at about his belly button and got thicker as it reached his shoulders.

His neck was a mass of muscle and fur leading up to his enormous head, which had a snout as long as Alex's arm, snotty nostrils with a gleaming brass ring, cruel black eyes, and horns—enormous black-and-white horns with points you just couldn't get from an electric sharpener.

"Holy shit." Alex whispered, recognising the creature from the stories in Greek mythology, as well as the appearances in TV shows and movies about Greek mythology. "Pasiphaë's son."

"You mean the-"

"Don't say his name," Sally stopped her son from saying the name. "Names have power."

'Explains what Grover said about speaking the name of the Furies and Hades...' Alex thought.

"B-But how can it be real? Those were just myths!" Percy said as he ran alongside Alex, his hand still grasping Sally's.

"Percy, I'm carrying a Satyr on my back. Consider myths to be very real." Alex pointed out, shifting Grover on his shoulder.

The group looked ahead and saw the pine tree was still way too far—a hundred yards uphill at least. Alex was doing fine but Percy and Sally were beginning to struggle. Meanwhile the Minotaur was now beginning to catch up to the group as it was sniffing the air, tracing after their scents.

"His sight and hearing are terrible," Sally said. "He is going by smell. But soon he'll figure out where we are soon enough."

On cue, the Minotaur roared out in rage.

"Yeah, like now." Alex said as he got closer to the tree line.

"Wait until the last second, then jump out of the way— directly sideways. He can't change directions very well once he's charging." Both boys nodded though Percy nodded a little hesitantly.

Looking behind them they saw the bull man was picking up pace and getting closer and closer to them. With his cheetah-like speed, Alex reached the tree first and placed Grover down.

Alex turned his head and his eyes widened when the Minotaur suddenly appeared behind Percy. Quickly, Alex rushed and pushed Percy out of the way as the Minotaur swung it's huge arms, smacking Alex and sending him crashing through a couple of trees.

"Alex!" Percy and Sally shouted in shock and horror.

The bull-man grunted, pawing the ground. He kept eyeing Sally, who was now retreating slowly downhill, back toward the road, trying to lead the monster away from the boys.

"Run, Percy!" she told her son. "I can't go any farther. Run!"

But Percy just stood there, frozen in fear, as the monster charged her. She tried to sidestep, but the monster was quick. His hand shot out and grabbed her by the neck as she tried to get away. He lifted her as she struggled, kicking and pummeling the air.

"Mom!" Percy shouted.

Sally caught her son's eyes, managed to choke out one last word: "Go!"

Then, with an angry roar, the monster closed his fists around her neck, and she dissolved before Percy's eyes, melting into light, a shimmering golden form, as if she were a holographic projection. A blinding flash, and she was simply... gone.

Percy looked in horror as he saw his mom disappear in front of him and dropped to his knees, numb. He was numb to everything as the Minotaur turned it's attention to the boy and now approached him with the intent to finish him off, soon picking up into a charge.

But before the Minotaur could get close enough to skewer Percy on it's horns, it was given a hard kick in the side of the head that threw it off it's charge, sending it colliding with a tree and then into the ground.

Alex stood there, Wolfsbane in hand. "Okay, bub, let's try that again." Alex growled, his free hand clenched into a fist as he had gotten up in time to see what happened to Sally. And he was pissed off because of it. Pissed at the Minotaur and pissed at himself for not being quicker to save her. "Percy! Get up!"

Alex charged at the Minotaur as it got back up, ducking underneath one of its mighty swings and delivering a slash along its forearm to the elbow as he slid past it. The Minotaur roared in pain and fought more aggressively, to which Alex dodged each of its attacks, slashing here and then stabbing here, looking for a weakness to bring the bull-man down.

'Okay, how did Theseus kill the Minotaur? Stabbed it through the throat, crushed it with a club, and also used his bare hands. Why are there different versions?' Alex thought, front flipping over the Minotaur when it tried crushing him with it's fist.

As Alex continued to fight the Minotaur, slashing at it here and there to weaken it while looking for the right chance to end it's life, Percy watched on, the numb feeling at seeing his mother die being replaced by anger. Newfound strength burned in his limbs—the same rush of energy he'd gotten when Mrs. Dodds grew talons.

Alex dodged and jumped over the Minotaur's attacks, then jumped onto it's shoulder before bringing his sword down onto one of it's horns, slashing it off which earned the bull-man a lot of pain as it roared, clutching at the now missing horn as Alex jumped off it and looked at the horn on the ground.

"Oh, that's gotta hurt." He chuckled.

The Minotaur looked at him with anger, to which Alex smirked at it.

Before the Minotaur could charge at him, Percy suddenly jumped onto it's back with sudden superhuman strength that caught Alex off guard. He blinked as he watched his friend get on the Minotaur's neck and grip the other horn while the bull-man struggled to throw the unexpected enemy off.

The monster shook himself around and bucked like a rodeo bull. He should have just backed up into the tree and smashed Percy flat, but he was starting to realize that this thing had only one gear: forward.

Alex met the Minotaur head on and jumped up, driving his foot into it's chin which made it's head snap up, disorientating it and it went crashing into the ground with Percy still hanging onto it.

"Percy! Pull it's horn off!" Alex shouted.

Percy glanced down at the Minotaur he was hanging onto as it started lumbering back to it's feet. He thought about how the Minotaur had squeezed the life out of his mother, made her disappear in a flash of light, and rage filled him like high-octane fuel. He got both hands around the remaining horn and he pulled backward with all his might. The monster tensed, gave a surprised grunt, then—snap!

The bull-man screamed and flung Percy through the air. He landed flat on his back in the grass next to Alex. His head smacked against a rock. When Percy sat up, his vision was blurry, but he had a horn in my hands, a ragged bone weapon the size of a knife.

The monster charged.

"Not bad." Alex complimented, then snapped his arm out, holding Phantom and smirked with one eye shut. "And jackpot."

BANG!

The bullet sailed and struck the Minotaur right in the throat. The bull-man roared in agony, clutching his throat. Percy ran past a surprised Alex and jammed the horn into the ribcage. the Minotaur flailed, clawing at his chest, then began to disintegrate—not like Sally did, in a flash of golden light, but like crumbling sand, blown away in chunks by the wind, the same way Mrs. Dodds had burst apart.

The monster was gone.

The rain had stopped. The storm still rumbled, but only in the distance. Alex lowered his gun and holstered it, hardly shivering from the cold despite wearing just a shirt and trousers. He really missed his jacket.

A thud caused him to turn and see Percy had passed out, making him quickly rush to his friend's side and check his pulse. He was relieved to find one. Now he had an unconscious Percy and Grover to deal with. Oh wait... he was passing out too.

Alex's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he soon fell over, the attack of the Minotaur catching up to him.


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