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.


16. Here we go again. - Alyx

Pegasus riding. One of my (least) favourite camp activities. At least it was early on in my timetable. I could get it out of the way sooner rather than later. But still. Normally I spent my time coming up with viable excuses. Normally they worked, but occasionally I did have to attend a lesson. Session. Whatever.

After breakfast was over, and I'd expressed my annoyance to the rest of my cabin, I wandered off to the stables. With a sigh, I went toward my normal pegasi. It was one of the older mares, and preferred eating grass. She trotted out, giving me one look, before moving toward the nearest patch of grass. Now I had to spend the rest of the lesson trying to prise her off. Wasn't this going to be fun?

After around ten minutes of pushing and shoving the horse's behind, I heard someone behind me. I whipped around. "What?"

"You need some help?" Cinder looked rather annoyed.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

He shuffled over to the horse, and almost instantly she started moving back toward me. "I blame the man-horse. Honestly. I am not a pegasus! I eat pegasi!"

I stared blankly at him as he changed into his bird form again. "What?"

Cinder sighed. "I'm supposed to help you get over your fear of heights."

"No! No way! I am not riding you! No! What was he thinking?! How is riding you meant to cure my fear of heights!"

"Search me."

"I am not riding you."

"He said you'd say that. So the man-horse told me to do this." He flew at me, once more catching me in his claws. Brilliant.

"Put me down!"

"Give me a moment... You're gonna start screaming in a moment."

"What?" He flew up high, higher than the clouds, before he dropped me. He was right. I started screaming instantly. It lasted a few moments before I landed heavily on something.

Cinder's sarcastic voice now came from below me. "Well aren't you light."

"Shut the **** up!"

"Geez, open your eyes."

I did. My legs were hooked around his wings, which were out in a glide. He banked to the right, and I clung on hard.

"Tear any of my feathers out and I'll eat you."

I changed my grip, instead my arms were looped around his feathery neck. At least I felt slightly safer.

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