Everyone Has a Past, Whats Yours?

Grover I

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Authors Notes:
So I came up with the idea of doing this when I was writing a letter for Uncle Rick, but then I saw on his website how he doesn't get letters directly and he doesn't answer questions, so that blew out the idea of sending my letter because that's all it was. >-< . . . I had actually suggested ideas for him to write stories. Like a book series dedicated to all the characters Backstories. So that's what I'm gonna do. That's the point of this story. :) I hope yas like it.

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"Dad, where ya goin'?" Little 7 year old Grover asked. Grover was barely above his Papa Goat's knee in height. His eyes were big with curiosity and his clothes were a good size or two too big on him so his shirt was more like a dress and he had to constantly stop walking to pull up his pants. His Dad chuckled and turned around smiling soft and kindly. 

"I'm going to go and fulfill my life long dream. I need you to stay here, at Camp and stay safe. Mr. D will take good care of you, I promise." Grovers Dad ruffled his son's ginger hair that's in tuffs here and there because he forgot to brush it this morning. Grover hugged his Dad's ankles. 

"Will I ever see you again?" Grover asked, his little bottom lip trembling as he held back a sob.

Grover's Dad got on his knees and wrapped his arms around his little Grover. 

"I will try. I will never stop trying to come back home to you."

He whispered gingerly, running his fingers through his son's ginger curly hair resting his chin on his sons shoulder. A pained smile on the corner of his lips as the tears escaped his eyes. Grover was sobbing getting his shirt soaked but he didn't care. The Dad only held his son's shaking body closer and tried to comfort his son more.

When Grover's Dad disappeared down Halfblood Hill Grover felt the waterworks coming again. His heart was breaking and he sniffed when he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. Grover looked over to see a tall guy with a big belly like Santa Goat only he didn't look jolly and kind. His eyes were red like he had too much coffee, didn't get any sleep, and now was going through caffein withdrawals, maybe that's why he was scowling, and he smelled like grapes. The stranger looked down at Grover with absolutely no pity in his eyes. 

"Another sayer to look after." He grumbled. 

"I'm Mr. D, you've heard all about me I'm sure. I'm quite famous among the satyer folk you know? Well come along I am not going to be baby sitting some heart broken baby crying goat. I'll show you the wonderful things you get to do when assisting me."

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