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.


18. I swear. One more time, and I will personally eat your face. - Cinder

The rest of the day was incredibly boring and very annoying. In that time I met most of the less confident horse-riding campers. I don't see how riding me would help their confidence. If anything, I think I made it even worse. Although their faces were priceless. Little comes quite as funny as the face of a surprised demigod. Especially when they discover they have to ride a griffin rather than a pegasus. According to the man-horse, I was meant to reassure them and give them tips on where to hold and stuff. The only person who was even slightly comfortable was Alyx, and even then she kept threatening to stab me.

Overall, I'd say I had a pretty bad day.


So I turned up to diner, because I felt kinda bad about missing breakfast. But hey. Not my fault humans ate daily. Three times daily, in fact. I went over to the table dedicated to Zeus.

Now I can't have been sitting for more than three minutes before some random campers came over and laid there hands on my shoulders. Right. I raised an eyebrow, still staring at my plate. "Would you mind removing your hands?"

"Why? Whatcha gonna do? Hit me?" I could just imagine the sneer on the face of whoever dared to speak like this. Surely they'd heard that I was a griffin.

"No, I am merely informing you that I will not be responsible for whatever occurs in the next five seconds if you do not move your hands." I hated it when people challenged me.

A wave of snorts and giggles ran through the little group assembled behind me. See? This is what happens when I get somewhere early. I stood up, and whoever it was had to move their hands. I was just too tall. I looked down on a jolly little crew of what I would assume were children of Ares. "You sure about that? Because we're not responsible for whatever happens if you don't sit back down."

I couldn't hold in the amusement that grew inside me. "Let me just get this straight. You're trying to threaten me, a fully grown griffin that is quite prepared to rip your face off? Can I add that many accidents can happen whilst in the air. Quite high on that list is... loss of grip. Now. I'm sure you're all fine fellows and I won't have to worry about anything?"

Most of them shrank back at this, and one even tugged at the 'leader's sleeve. "Clarisse. We can beat him up as much as we want later." This did intrigue me quite a lot.

The girl yanked her arm back, glaring daggers into me before storming off back to her table. Well. Aren't they nice people?

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