I Don't Belong Here *A Percy Jackson Love Story* Book 1 |Updating|

Chapter 7: Just Talk To The Poodle! Geez!

It was awful that night. We had decided to camp out in the woods, a hundred yards from the main road. We were in a clearing that was used obviously for local kids' parties. The ground was littered with trash that would soon become Grover's breakfast, lunch and dinner.

We had taken food and blankets from Medusa, but we didn't dare light a fire to dry our soaking clothes. The Furies and Medusa were plenty already, so we didn't want to attract anything else. We also decided to sleep in shifts. Percy and I decided to take the first shift after we had an argument about it:

"Who wants to take the first shift?" Annabeth asked, yawning.

"I'll take it!" We both said at the same time.

"Percy, your obviously tired, I can take it," I said.

"Please, how am I supposed to sleep when a Kindly One can show up any second!"

"You can trust that I would wake you. With or without screaming in the process," I smiled.

"How about this," Isabella said, "you guys can both take the first shift."

Right now though, Annabeth curled up on a blanket and was snoring, Chris and Isabella slept surprisingly close to each other, and Grover was flying around. I decided to climb a tree and looked out for any Kindly Ones. Percy was on the ground.
Grover fluttered to one of the lower branches to my tree. Pressing his back to the trunk, he looked up at the starless night sky.

"Go ahead and sleep," Percy told him.

"We'll wake you up if there are any Kindly Ones," I told the human-goat.

Grover just nodded but didn't close his eyes. "This makes me sad."

"What does? The fact that you signed up for this stupid quest—" I cut him off.

"No Percy, look up. The sky is starless," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I swear, there's too much Athena in you."

Grover cut him off, "They've polluted the sky. This is a terrible time to be a satyr."

"Oh, yeah. I guess you'd be an environmentalist," Percy said.

"Rude," I muttered under my breath.

Grover glared at Percy. "Only a human wouldn't be. Your species—"

"Oh, Percy, you're species are in trouble," I said laughing.

"So are yours!"

"No remember, I'm a 'goddess'."

Grover continued, "Your species is clogging up the world so fast...ah never mind. It's useless to lecture a human—"

I started laughing, "Hear that Percy, it useless to lecture a human!"

"Shut up," Percy stated. This just made me laugh harder.

"At the rate that things are going, I'll never find Pan," Grover stated, sadly.

Poor Grover. He was on the hunt to find the missing God, Pan, that no one has ever found, and humans just make it harder.

"Pam? Like the cooking spray?" Percy asked.

I swear, "No Percy! Pan the god! P-A-N!"

Grover cried, "What do you think I need a searcher's license for?"

Two thousand years ago, Pan disappeared. A sailor off the coast of Ephesos heard a mysterious voice crying out to him, 'Tell them that the great god Pan has died!' Humans heard the news and believed it. They've been pillaging his kingdom ever since. But the satyrs didn't believe the new, quite as easily.
Pan protected the species. So they refused to believe that he had died. In every generation, the bravest satyrs pledge their lives to finding Pan. They search for him in the wildest places, hoping to find where he is hidden.