DeathWave

6~Grover POV

Grover POV

"Well the thing is..... These Greek gods you know of..... are real."

Her face goes blank as I explain everything.

"There are indeed 'Gods', there are Titans, there are monsters. These 'Gods' have traveled, lived, fought, and have had children over the past..... however long they've been around. Over the past few millennia, or so, the Gods have had children with mortals, making-"

"Demigods." She interrupts quietly, processing everything.

"Yeah, those. Anyways, these Demigods, are often..... 'alluring', to monsters, such as cyclopes, giants, harpies, sirens, dragons, hell hounds, etc, etc. And by 'alluring', I mean half the time, they try to capture, eat, kill, or bargain, demigods."

Looking for a response from her, I don't see one, so I deem it safe that I can continue.

"Also I'm pretty sure that you, Kayla," I start, cautiously as she looks at me. "Are in fact a demigod."

She speaks up for the first time in what seemed like ages. "No. I can't be one even if this all is real. I'm not special, I don't have any powers, or abilities like Helen of Troy, Hercules, or even Minos. I'm just, normal!" She motions to herself.

"Yeah but, even something as overlooked as 'smarts', could mean you might be an Athenian demigod."

Sorry Annabeth. I send to Annabeth silently in my head.

"But- that would mean that, my mom or dad, wouldn't really be my parents..... " She says without thinking. Suddenly, tears brim her eyes. Her normally happy expression crumbled, shoulders hanging, head in hands. She was crushed.

This can sometimes happen, but not always. Usually, demigods lives are so traumatic, they are all about the idea of being a demigod, and coming to camp half blood, is like a haven to them.

"Well, one of them might be your mom or dad?" I say hopefully, but doubtful.

"No. This can't possibly be real. Come on Grover, tell me where the cameras are." She replies with sad eyes.

I look confused then remember shows like 'Punked!', etc, etc.

"Kayla, I swear On the River Styx, I'm telling the truth."

"So? And are you a demigod or something?" She says still not convinced.

"Actually a satyr." I counter, as I start to get frustrated, crossing my arms.

"Prove it." She says flatly.

Sighing I pull up my pant leg revealing the well concealed satyr legs and pull off my fake feet revealing my hooves. I flinch waiting for a harsh comment or something. That's usually many peoples responses afterall, unless they're used to satyrs.

"Well, I would've never guessed, Grover." Kayla replies after a moment, in almost.....Fascination?

I look up surprised by her response. "So, it doesn't bother you that I'm a satyr?"

She looks offended. "How could it? You're my friend Grover. Plus, it' not like you can change it."

Her expression quickly changes to fear. "But..... If I'm a Demigod..... and whatever was out there," She motions to the window. "Was a monster..... Then is it trying to kill me?" She asks wary.

Putting my foot back on, I sigh, nodding.

"It.....I knows where I live! I need to leave or-" I cut her ranting off.

"That's what I've been trying to get you to do this whole time!"

"Huh?"

"Kayla, come to Camp Half Blood with me. It's safe, and it's where people like you come for refuge and peace."

"But..... What about my..... parents?" She questions, a faraway look in her eyes. "Will they be alright? What will I tell them? 'Oh sorry I need to run away with a satyr boy, halfway across the state, because I'm being chased by monsters who will kill me, and also you're not my actual parents, did you know? Oh, and can't forget the part about my actual mom  or dad, is a mythical god?'  Yeah, they'll buy it I'm sure." She rambles sarcastically, yet in all seriousness. 

"Ye-" I stop at her glance which is more like glare at this point. "I mean.....no. But, I'm sure our camp director can help convince them while we figure out what god, or goddess is your mom or dad and-"

"Camp activities director?"

"Camp activities director. His name is Chiron. He's the one who can help out with the parent situation." I explain quickly.

She sighs, "Well, how would I contact him Grover?"

Looking around us I ponder. Hm..... What could I use as a source for an iris message?

Turning suddenly I ask. " Do you have a garden hose?"