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.


3. Monsters. Gods, I hate them. - Alyx

I raised my eyebrow in a challenge, but lowered my sword. Slowly, of course. "And you'll be going right there if you don't walk in front of me, bird!" Monsters. Seriously, who created monsters? Who, in their right mind, would want these... things... that liked to eat faces, hands, feet and other things!

"Geeze! If you want to call me something other than griffin, call me Cinder!" His voice sounded annoyed. I smiled at my success. Could a daughter of Athena not have her fun?

"Move!" I barked, as he moved out before me. When he didn't move fast enough, I poked him in the back. I held Skotono- my trusted sword -before me, prepared to stick it in his back if he tried anything.

He raised his hands up, his shoulders moving up protectively. "Gods, you lot are nice, aren't you?"

I was quiet to that. And for most of the short little stroll. Annabeth- one of my half-sisters -had set up some... containment cells. That way, we could keep an eye on any demigods that decided they wanted to try and kill the gods and the rest of us. And then, they acted quite useful for putting random monsters in. 'Cinder' walked with a limp. That was the first thing I noticed. But then, he had sorta been shot in the calf with an arrow. I was rather surprised he could even walk, but that was monsters for you. Now they were out in the light, I could see the prisoner fully. I didn't like being dwarfed. I seriously didn't like being dwarfed, which was incredibly common. Curse my inferior height! But this monster was taller than most humans even if that wasn't that hard, as most were massive, it was pretty tall for something that looked human. Then he had black hair. I swear every single man, I repeat, every single man has black hair around here.

I didn't see his face, though, but his T-shirt was a dark green, and he wore knee-length shorts. And sandals. "Do you live somewhere hot? Like, tropical?"

He glanced back at me. "No. Quite the opposite. What gave you that idea?"

"Uhh, only the fact that your wearing a short-sleeved shirt, some shorts, and sandals."

"What? Are you telling me this isn't what you humans wear in the cold?"

I stopped a look of disbelief on my face. "Are you serious? Are you seriously serious? You thought we would wear shorts and sandals in snow?"

"I did think it was a bit cold... and you humans have no fur or feathers, either..."

I felt like hitting him around the head so hard right then. "What... the hell..." I muttered to myself, poking him in the back again.

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