Percy
Peering over the backseat window shield; I saw a figure lumbering toward us on the shoulder of the road. The sight of it made my skin crawl. 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. One word stuck in my head as I turned to the Gray sisters…monster.
“A monster?” Grover asked worriedly. Ok, let me just say Grover is a little scared of monsters, and when I say scared I mean he practically faints when he comes face to face with one. He has got to come over his fear if he wants to become a Searcher, official term for finding the great lost god of the wild Pam. I mean Pan.
Anger snorted, “Not just any monster Pasiphae’s son to be exact.”
“Wait you mean,” Grover stopped mid sentence to look at me mournfully, like he was already picking the kind of flowers I’d like best on my coffin, “How much longer will it take to get to Camp Half-Blood?”
Like a count down from NASA Wasp spoke, “Oh, in ‘bout 48, 47, 46, 45…seconds.”
When she finished I plunged in the pockets of my kaki shorts for few golden drachmas, handed them to Tempest, and unbuckled my seatbelt when Wasp slammed on the brakes.
“Thanks…” I started, but didn’t get to finish because Grover’s body rammed into mine pushing me out the cabs’ doors with him. When I came out of my daze I saw the Gray Sister’s taxi peeling out of the rain and back to New York, where life was safer.
“Man, what was that for?” I said rubbing my back.
Grover looked behind me, “Min-minot …”, and right there in the muddy wet grass dropped like a sack of potatoes. I collected Grover in my arms bridal style, took a quick glance behind me what I saw paralyzed me on the spot. The man with the blanket on his head kept coming toward us, making these grunting, snorting noises. As he got closer, I realized he couldn’t be holding a blanket over his head, because his hands-huge meaty hands-were swing 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 were horns. Pasiphae’s son…slowly realization brought me back to Earth and my feet started reacting. I ran as fast as I could, with Grover surprisingly very light in my arms moaning for food, up the soaking wet hill. The Minotaur why hadn’t I realized it before, Pasiphae’s son that should’ve been a deal breaker. The Muses trained me for situations like this taught me all the old stories even I should have seen it coming. They said I was an important demigod that monsters attracted to me easily because of my sent. My aura of my godly parent lingered in my blood. If only that attraction worked on girls instead of monsters. I could hear the monster snorting behind me maybe 30 feet away maybe closer. I had to go past that great pine tree only a few yards away, at least that’s what the Muses told me, to be my only safe haven. But the hill was getting steeper and slicker, and Grover wasn’t getting any lighter. The bull-man closed in. Another few seconds and he’d be on top of us. I sprinted further and propped Grover up on a near by tree and turned around to face the ugly beast.
