Drowning//Percy Jackson (On hold)

.5.GROVER

If there was a feeling worse than the one that you get when you drop your spicy lunch enchiladas on the dirty, muddy cafeteria floor, it was the feeling of running away with an empousa hot on your fuzzy goat tail. Especially if you weren't a huge fan of donkeys.

After half an hour of running around Florida in an attempt to shake off Mrs.Saunders on the way to the park, I realized that this she-devil doesn't tire out easily. The confusion song I was desperately playing on my panpipes did nothing more than buy me time. I needed a real weapon, a sword. And I had only one way to get one, no matter how pathetic and lousy it sounded.

I had to pray.

Just because I was a satyr doesn't mean that I couldn't pray to any of the Greek gods of my choice. I was, however, closest to Poseidon, the sea God, seeing as his son Percy Jackson was my best friend.

Please, Poseidon. If I had ever saved your son's skin, help me out. I'll lay off the fish enchiladas for a whole month if I have to.

I took a right turn in some allyway that I had been walking through for more than 10 minutes.

Wrong choice.

Dead end. Just my luck.

I bleated in frustration as dark shadows enveloped me. Fear loomed over my figure, swallowing me whole, as the wretched empousa bared her fangs at my tired out form.

Her dreadful smirk was, well, dreadful.

"Finally," she hissed, "I will end her protector, and slaughter her for chaos."

"But I'm a satyr, I won't taste good!" I fake exclaimed.

"I don't care. I've been waiting for flesh for two thousand years!" she licked her cracked purple lips hungrily, eyes darting back and forth along my body, as if deciding whether or not I would taste good basked in Tabasco sauce.

She lunged at me, as I felt my back hit the burnt red brick wall. I whimpered as I shut my eyes and shielded my face with my arms and tucking my neck into my red hoodie collar.

This was it, I was going to die. I would never get to marry Vicky and have little satyr babies with her.

Wait, what?

And suddenly, my right arm felt a lot heavier, and I was barely capable of lifting my arms to protect my countenance. My grip tightened on a hard object, and I carefully opened my eyes. Resting in the palm of my hand was a 3 foot long Celestial Bronze sword, and engraved on the ruby-encrusted brown copper hilt was one simple word; 'Mort'. I had studied in France long enough to tell that it was French for 'Death'.

Very optimistic.

The empousa stopped mid-track in her blood feast, and her ruby red eyes widened like saucers.

"What the-"

Her moment of distraction was the perfect opportunity for me to hold the sword tightly in my hands and slash widly at her scaly body. In a fraction of a second, my science teacher was no more than a tiny pile of grey ash that was soon blown away in the light summer breeze.

As soon as I took a step forward into clear daylight, I knew that I liked this sword. It seemed to fit my hand perfectly, not heavy either.

But how could I possibly carry it around?

No sooner had that thought crossed my mind had it quickly changed into a hundred dollar bill when I pressed on the third ruby on the hilt, and it would've seemed like a regular note, had Benjamin Franklin not been replaced by an image of Apollo, the god of the sun, flashing a winning smile in all his golden glory.

Cool, I now had a lethal weapon that transformed into mortal money if I just literally got a grip on things.

Now, all that was missing to make the next 24 hours perfect is to find Vicky.

I had slipped on my baggy grey sweats and white Nike Airs again before running from the school (I had to distract Mrs.Saunders with a boxing dummy in the school gym) so as not to attract the mortals' attention. After all, there is only so much that the Mist could disguise as normal stuff, and I wasn't so sure if a pair of goat hind legs and hooves were under the list of okay stuff.

I stuffed my money/sword into my pocket and started walking as fast as possible without letting a sneaker fall off and expose my perfectly clipped hooves.

I knew the way like the back of my hand. Whenever I felt alone away from camp, this was the first place I would go to just to spend time with Vicky. Every time she felt that school and Nancy's clique were getting under her skin, she would call me up and we would end up having a pizza eating contest on the park benches.

Vicky really was a good option to crush on, even if I knew that if she knew what we both were, she may never look at me ever again.

She honestly looked like the way Aphrodite seemed to look like these days. Her hair was as black as midnight, and sashayed in perfect waves along her waist when she walked down to see me or Jenna/Amanda and the rest of the group. Her eyes were round and darkness seemed to seep through them, alluring onlookers and demanding attention with her long eyelashes, unwillingly of course. Her face was roundish, with slight freckles spread on her pale cheeks. Her lips were small and carved delicately, and her nose was slightly upturned.

And dang, puberty did her well. I don't remember her body being this... distracting.. a couple of years back. She was really fit too, just the right amount of muscle everywhere. I was proud to be taller than her, as she was only 5ft 5in.

And she was really fierce. Like, Leo Valdez fierce. She was very loyal and down to earth, and she was always competitive and up for a challenge. She never backed down easily, and she always seemed to radiate with strength amd bravery. She was confident by every means of the word, and her walk gave it off, despite being slightly clumsy. She was smart and sneaky, and had she been a witch she would've been Hermione Granger's twin with a weasel patronus. She was polite however, and her sass was always owned by class, unlike the trash that spews out of Nancy Peterson's mouth. And the best trait of all?

She was single.

Yeah right, as if she'd ever look at me.

I was average looking, and nothing special was in my personality. If she ever managed to make it to camp (hopefully), she would more likely be into guys like Jason Grace, son of Zeus, the sky god, or Will Solace, son of Apollo.

But hard luck if she ever goes after one of them, seeing as Will is gay and Jason was taken and his girlfriend, Piper McLean, would gladly slit the throat of any girl that dares to approach him, despite being a daughter of Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, and prejudiced to be ditzy and girly.

Still, I had a fair chance, and the only way to keep myself as an option was to show up at the park.

And so, I trudged through the park gates with the most positive façade I could muster.
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