Quest Of Warning

Chapter 3: Clover Chase

Percy kept muttering stuff. Stuff like Mrs. Dodd's, etc. Once, he talked about fighting a Minotaur. A half man, half bull. 

"He's the one!" Annabeth said to Chiron once. He only shrugged. I asked Chiron what he was talking about.

"Annabeth has been waiting to get out of the camp. It's hard being in one place for 5 years." he told me.

Gods, I don't want that happening to me.

Finally, Percy and Missy woke up.
Grover stood over Percy. Annie was off practicing or helping Chiron with something, so, Grover offered to help me. Will was off doing some training.
Percy woke up first. I watched Percy and Grover. I hadn't practiced one bit since arriving. Sadly.

Though, people did offer to help.
"Careful." Grover said. I looked up. Percy had almost dropped the drink next to him.

"You saved my life." Grover said thankfully. "I, well, the least I could do..." he paused, thinking. Then he pulled out the shoe box he came back with a day or two ago.

"I went back to the hill. I thought you might want this." Grover said, handing the shoe box to Percy.

"The minotaur." Percy said. Ah, the horn. He mumbled about that too.

"Uh, Percy, it isn't a good idea-" I began, but he cut me off by stating the obvious facts.

Great.

"That's what they call him in Greek myths, isn't it?" he asked. Well, duh. I wanted to say that, but it really wasn't appropriate. He just woke up from a suicide mission.

More like a death mission, but whatever!

"The minotaur. Half man, half bull." he stated more obvious facts.

"You've been out for two days. How much do you remember?" Grover asked, shifting uncomfortably.

"Our mom." Percy motioned between him and a still asleep Missy. "Is she really..."

Grover and I glanced uncomfortably at each other. Then Grover looked down.

Light dawned over Percy, and his face melted more, if possible.

"I'm sorry." Grover said, near tears. "I'm a failure. I'm- In the worst satyr in the world."

"No!" I said lightly, standing up. Grover shook his head and stomped his fake foot off.

"Oh, Styx!" he cursed. Thunder rolled sounded across the sky as he struggled to get his hoof back in the fake foot.

There was an awkward silence among the three of us.

Well, two of them. I stared across the meadow, swinging on the porch swing slightly.

"It wasn't your fault." Percy said quietly.

"Yes, it was. I was supposed to protect you!" Grover said immediately, as if he had come up with this exact conversation in his head millions of times before.

"Did my mother ask you to protect us?" Percy asked.

"No. But that's my job. I'm a keeper. At least," he glanced at me. He wasn't telling me something. "I was."

I frowned at him.

"Why-" I started, but Percy, carelessly, cut me off.

"But why..." he asked. He looked dizzy.

"Don't strain yourself. Here." Grover handed Percy some Nectar.

Percy drank it, downed it, even.