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.

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2. I'm telling you. I'm not a bird.

The first thing I noticed, was the pain. It felt as though someone had poured salt into my wounds. I opened my eyes, to find someone had, in fact, put salt in my wounds. Wonderful. And that was how I discovered Half-bloods hate me anyway. Brilliant. I groaned, shifting slightly. I was in a dark room. A very dark, cold room. It was also wet. Although that might just have been my blood. I was shackled to a wall, my hands held above my head, and my feet on the ground. My arms ached like hell.

The one good thing that came of this, was that the arrows were gone.

Oh yeah. And the shackles were celestial. “Well that's just bloody brilliant...” I muttered, mostly under my breath. Then, a thought crossed my mind. Surely they would have noticed... From what I'd heard...

But... perhaps... Maybe they hadn't sensed it. I took a deep breath, allowing my body to warp back into its normal state. No more of this silly human disguise. I would show those demigods I meant no harm. They would see. The bronze bent, stretching and warping, before snapping open. I let out a rather surprised screech, kicking away from the wall and stretching my wings as much as I could. And it seemed the little demigods heard the metal, as I could hear footsteps. They came down what seemed like steps- just outside. Then, the door opened, and a blonde-headed girl came in, sword brandished.

I backed up immediately, squawking in what I hoped sounded like a submissive tone. When I was sure she wasn't going to stab me in my feathery chest, I sat, and spoke to her. “It's rude to point swords at people.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is it? I can't say I've ever noticed. No one's ever lived to tell me.”

“Cheerfull... So tell me, little human, why, when I even asked for help, do you just chain me up? Surely you understand that not all monsters are uncivilized as most?”

“Really? You expect me to believe that? You're a monster, and Chiron sensed it. And, from what I can see now, you're a pretty big panther-raven.”

I made sure the ice was apparent in my tone. “Griffin. We're called Griffins. I'm rather surprised the horse-man Chiron didn't notice I wasn't in my true form already.”

“The funny thing is, you're the first monster we've come across who actually 'shapeshifts' into different forms.”

I chuckled at this, raising a clawed forepaw. “You silly little things thought this-” I changed back to my human form. “Was all the illusion of the mist? How quaint.”

She raised her sword higher, now holding it to my throat. These people had no manners. “You mock me, bird?”

“I'm not a bird.”

“Well you certainly looked like one.”

“I'm a griffin.”

“Bird.”

“Griffin.”

“Bird.”

“I'm pretty sure I'm a griffin.”

“But you looked like a bird.”

“Just because something looks like something else, doesn't mean it is. I'm not a human now, am I?”

She pouted at me, moving a step closer. I moved a step back. I'd rather not have my throat slit.

“Child of Athena, I would have thought you would be more... intelligent.”

“Do you want me to hurt you?”

“More then I've been already? Try it if you want, but then I won't be able to tell you about them.

“Them?”

I grinned at her. “Them. You won't find out about them if you stab me here and now.”

“...”

“Take me to your leader!”

“...”

“I said take me to your leader!”

“What if I don't want to?”

“Go ahead. Bring them upon your little camp. It's not as if I care, I'll only go to... Tartarus...” I gulped, taking another step back so I was against the wall.

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