A Tale of Griffins and Half-Bloods

Being a monster is hard enough. Being a monster who needs demigods to help you is even worse. Being a monster who needs help from demigods against other monsters is living hell.
And you thought being human was hard.


14. Everyone loves a good fire. - Alyx

After dinner, every camper, the griffin included- he claimed he was bored -went off for some trials of strength.

It passed by with the same results. The Ares demigods won. As usual. Maybe it would have been different with a monster, but he just sat alone and watched.

Either way, the time by the campfire came fast. Cinder stood from where he sat, and started to make his way back to the forest. I just managed to catch him before he went all birdy.

"Where are you going, Bird?"

He looked at me, yellow eyes bored. "I'm going to my tree. I have a 'bed' to make, and I wanna explore the forest. Why?"

I shrugged. "Singing along at the campfire is the highlight of most evenings."

He crossed his arms impatiently. "Most?"

A grin spread across my face. "Tomorrow is Friday. On Fridays we have capture the flag. I'm assuming you'll join in? I mean, you have to get used to the camp, and to do that, for everyone to see that you're not just a big scary monster, you have to join in and be sociable."

The bird made a face. "But I like being antisocial. It means people leave me alone."

"Suit yourself." I turned away, walking back to the orange glow. His loss, I suppose.

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