Luminous

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH GROVER'S FEET

As Mrs. J broke the speeding limit by about 100 miles, It felt almost as if we were in a book or movie. I mean with the rain and thunder, I was suspense/thriller vibes. While I focused on the weather and not staring at my friend/goat, Percy decided to fill in the silence which was getting quite uncomfortable.

"So, you and my mom...know each other?" Thank god, I'm not the only one who's confused.

"Not exactly," Grover answered. "I mean, we've never met in person. But she knew I was watching you guys."

"Watching us?" What kind of cult was Grover in?

Grover winced at my panicky tone and tried to correct what he had said."Keeping tabs on you. Making sure you were okay. But I wasn't faking being your friend," he added hastily. "I am your friend."

"Sure," I mumbled, though I'm sure everyone hurt me.

"Um...what are you, exactly?"

"That doesn't matter right now."

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

"Goat!" he cried.

"What?"

"I'm a goat from the waist down."

"You just said it didn't matter," I point out, starting to get annoyed with the not useless answers Grover was giving us.

"Blaa-ha-ha! There are satyrs who would trample you underhoof for such an insult!"

"Whoa. Wait. Satyrs. You mean like...Mr. Brunner's myths?"

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

"So you admit there was a Mrs. Dodds!" I exclaim, thankful that me and Perce weren't going insane.

"Of course."

"Then why—"

"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."

"Who I—wait a minute, what do you mean," I ask, my brain not wrapping around what Grover was saying. I blame the Adhd, even though I hadn't zoned out, I still felt like I was missing half the conversation.

"Percy Annie," my mom said, "there's too much to explain and not enough time. We have to get you to safety."

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

"Oh, nobody much," Grover said, obviously still miffed about the donkey comment. "Just the Lord of the Dead and a few of his blood-thirstiest minions."

"Grover!"

"Sorry, Mrs. Jackson. Could you drive faster, please?"

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"The summer camp I told you about." Mrs.J's voice was tight; she was trying for my sake not to be scared. "The place your father wanted to send you."

"The place you didn't want me to go." Oh so I missed out on this conversation...

"Please, dear," she 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."