night and sea (PJO)

I'm a Demon

I think I am a tiny bit dramatic.
I woke up again, in a bed. A white everything bed, and flowy curtains attached to a window to my left. There was no one in the room except me, and as I sat up in the bed I winced. My fingertips were shredded, and so were my knees. I ignored the pain and carefully swung one leg out of bed, the view of my scabbed kneecaps coming into full view. They looked just like the demon's scaly skin. I looked up from them and swung my other leg for my toes to touch the floor. A breeze flew in, tickling my cuts which I was grateful for. I took a deep breath, standing up from the bed. I didn't stumble, I just swayed limply for a couple seconds as I made sure I could stand, and maybe possibly walk. I tested out walking next.
I took a step, the wooden floorboard creaking slightly. I took another step, and I made a goal. I wanted to see where I was, if I'm dramatic or not. If those white sheets were in fact white pearly gates.
As I slowly moved like a lego figure would, I felt as if I were the tin man from the Wizard of Oz. I needed my joints to be oiled up or something.
I passed multiple rooms, a couple of them having open doors which I took a peak into. However all the rooms that I could see looked empty.
There was a drafty element to the house, or wherever I was. The soft and compelling scent of strawberries wafted into my nose, and it naturally made the corners of my mouth curve up.
I continued shuffling past the rooms, until I came to a fully open door. As far as I could see, it looked like the front door. I pushed myself towards it, and I leant on the door frame as I looked out at the view. Now I knew why the smell of strawberries was drifting through the house.
There were acres of them. Stretched out before this farm house. The winding stream and rolling hills were there as well.
The sight pained me. That hadn't been a dream, or a nightmare. And I wasn't dead. There were people working in the strawberry fields, and people at the bottom of the river. Curious.
But what was even more curious were the two men playing a card game at a table diagonal from me. I didn't think they had noticed me yet, so I carefully turned around and tried to tip toe away.
"Stop right there." One of them said. Their voice sent shivers down my spine. It sounded commanding and had a lot of weight attached to it. The sound made me want to immediately swivel around and salute the guy.
I didn't, thankfully.
I turned around with a deep sigh, the stinging hot pain of my busted up knees and fingertips nipping at my brain.
"It's alright, we're not going to hurt you." A calmer, gentler voice reassured me. He snapped his fingers and a third chair appeared out of thin air. I jumped in surprise, immediately wincing at the pain in my knees after.
"Hurry up." The other guy said.
I hurried up. I slid the chair out so I could sit in it successfully, and scooted the chair back into place at the table. My eyes darted from the male with the gentler voice - an older man with white stubble and a bald head, a tweed jacket and he sat in a wheelchair with a blanket stretched over where I thought his legs to be.
The man with the impatience looked a lot less put together. Salt and pepper hair and a big beard that looked like there might be something nesting in it. He wore a loose summer shirt and a white tank underneath it. Thank god for that, I definitely did not want to see this man's chest hair. He looked at me with distaste before going back to the card game.
"Hello, Ariadne." The wheelchair guy offered.
"Hello. Where am I?"
"Camp Half-Blood."
"Right. Helpful, now where is that? What even is that?"
"She doesn't know, Chiron. Tell her the big news!" The rat nested man said to whom I now assumed was named Chiron. He said 'big news' so sarcastically I found a hint of annoyance beginning to flare up inside of me.
"Big news?" I asked, holding back the urge to scoff. I was sitting at a table with men I didn't know at some 'camp'. "Is 'camp' your code name for cult? Or something?"
The ratty man laughed.
"Yes, you could say that." He said. That made me nervous.
"No dear, this isn't a cult. This will come as a shock to you." Wheelchair Chiron sighed.
"Oh get to the point already!" Ratty man sneered.
"Alright, alright." Chiron said, and all of a sudden a chilling air overcame me. Like I was about to be hit by a truck.
"Ariadne. This is a camp for the children of gods."
"What?" I scoffed.
"Yes. The gods who have- well, done deeds with humans and have children with mixed blood."
"You mean sex?"
"Correct." Ratty man interrupted. Chiron shot him a glare.
"You are one of those children." Chiron finished.
"That's not possible. If that's true then my mother must have given birth to me and then handed me to a stork and cast me down to earth. Doesn't seem very likely." I shook my head, anger tugging at my heart. These unknown people were freaky.
"Oh so your godly parent is a woman? These ones are always interesting." Ratty man chuckled.
"Ariadne, goddesses give birth through divine and miraculous means. They are gods, they do not need to succumb to the laws of man." Chiron smiled gently, which didn't make me feel any better. "Surely your encounter with that monster is proof somewhat."
"You mean the demon?"
"Monster. That one was Hades's little helper." Ratty man clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"Hades?  The underworld person?" I said in disbelief.
"Correctamundo."
"Insanity." I muttered to myself.
"I can turn you insane, if that's what you want."
"No thanks."
"Boring."
"Dionysus." Chiron sighed. My mouth dropped open a little.
"What?" He spat.
"You're Dionysus? The wine lover?"
"The god of wine and pleasure, thank you." He corrected me.
"The point is, Ariadne, you cannot survive out in the mortal world any longer. Otherwise those monsters will chase you until you die." Chiron turned my attention back to him. His words were half true, as far as I knew. Lately I had been seeing more things than I usually do. Uglier monsters, people with goat legs, buildings in the sky.
"I find this all very hard to believe." I huffed. "I just fought for my life against a monster, survived, and now I'm apparently having a conversation with a god and someone named after a centaur about how my mother is a goddess."
"He's not just named after the centaur, he is the centaur." Dionysus smirked.
"Okay. Wow. This is not the best way to celebrate surviving another day."
"Relax. I assure you we are both trying to help you." Chiron smiled at me again. That made me angry. I stood up from my chair, glaring down at both of them.
"Help me? Show some proof of all this and maybe I'll continue listening to you people." I snapped.
"Sit down." Dionysus rolled his eyes, snapped his fingers and roots formed around my hands and feet. They pulled me back into my chair. The scent of sour grapes filled the air. "Is that proof enough for you?"
I was shocked. My brain took a couple seconds to register what had just happened. I then nodded slowly, looking back up to the two of them.
"That was not necessary Dionysus." Chiron sighed. He seemed to do that a lot.
"She asked for proof." Dionysus shrugged. Chiron tutted and turned back to me.
"My dear, do not be afraid. We are here to protect you."
"Thanks." I breathed, still in shock. 
This was real. The whole thing. I was half god, and I was sitting before one. I had roots attached to my wrists and ankles. I killed a monster.
"The pin." I managed.
"Pardon?" Chiron asked kindly.
"The pin. I- I had a pin."
"Oh. That's with the other things we found on your possession. Hermes cabin. I'll take you there on our tour." He then got out of his wheelchair. But I had forgotten he was actually a centaur. Two white horse legs rose from within the wheelchair somehow, and then his hindquarters rose too. He rose to full height, almost as tall as the ceiling above us. My mouth fell open.
"Was that necessary Chiron?" Dionysus narrowed his eyes up at the centaur's face.
"It was time I stretched my legs. Now unravel those roots, I'm taking her on the tour." The roots around my hands and legs scurried back into the floorboards, or wherever they appeared from. I quickly jumped up from the chair, bowed to Dionysus (as I thought that was appropriate, him being a god and all) and hurried to Chiron.