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.

(Okay so I'm now realising my huuuuuge mistakes in consistency with the actual books so please bear with me that will be fixed I swear.)


8. We await the judgement of the Immortals. I hope he dies. - Alyx

Chiron exchanged glances with Mr D, who still seemed rather unimpressed. If I wasn’t mistaken, however, I did detect a slight hint of worry somewhere deep within his eyes. My insides twisted. Both of the immortals looked deadly serious. Maybe there was more to the bird’s story than I’d given him credit for.

After a few moments of silence, Chiron looked back at Cinder, who looked rather uncomfortable with his head bowed. The second to last ornament on the shelf behind him was getting dangerously close to the edge, beneath which lay a small pile of broken china.

“We must convene,” he said simply. “For now, Alyx?” He looked toward me.


“Take him to the Apollo cabin, have them finish treating his wounds. Afterwards, take him to the Arena. We need to know the extent of his combat skills so that we may estimate the power of this force.” Chiron said. The centaur rarely gave orders- instead, he would suggest things, and for the most part us campers were happy to oblige. This time I detected a more commanding tone to his voice.

I nodded, turning toward the bird, sheathing my sword. He’d escaped its blade for now. Chiron had evidently decided his information was useful, and would therefore be no cause to kill him.

The centaur and the God had started to make their way out of the room, toward one of the other rooms in the converted barn. “Do try and make sure he doesn’t die though, Alyx. It would be inconvenient if our only source of information on this potential threat were to explode into dust,” Chiron said as they left.

I sighed. There goes that plan.

Cinder carefully turned toward me, the last two ornaments plunging to their death as the griffin’s deadly tail brushed past them with just a little too much force. I winced as they smashed to the ground, before turning to glare at the monster. “Mr D. isn’t in the room anymore, bird. You can change back to a less obtrusive shape,” I told him, turning toward the door. I wasn’t too happy about being stuck on escort duty. I had sword training I could be doing. I stepped outside.

The griffin limped to catch up with me, back in human shape for the trip across camp. I shot him another glare as I started toward the cabins for good measure. The griffin had been oddly quiet for a few minutes now, not questioning the order to fight in the arena, or the visit to the Apollo cabin.

“No swords this time?”

Damn it. Spoke too soon. “Keeping my sword drawn on you would only make that much easier to stumble and ‘accidentally’ skewer you,” I said. I could feel the eyes of other half-bloods on us as we passed the volleyball courts. I hated being the escort.

He took a rather obvious step away from me, keeping at least three meters between us at all times.

We walked in silence for a little longer, the cabins slowly growing closer. “So you’ve said a number of times that this place was your last resort. Your ‘only hope’ I believe you said at some point.”

“Well not quite my only hope, but close enough, yes.”

“How did you know we wouldn’t just dust you right there and then?”

He was quiet for a moment. “I didn’t,” he muttered quietly, looking to the ground. “But I had no other choice. Every option had the potential to send me to Tartarus. My particular flock… well, we’re not favourites among other griffins and monsters. They try to recruit us over and over again, sure, but our constant refusals have made many bitter. And lone griffins… well, let’s just say if a griffin is alone it’s not for a good reason. If I had stayed away and tried to make do on my own I would bleed to death and end up a pile of dust. If I tried to find some monsters to bunk with, they’d most likely slay me and I’d also end up a pile of dust.” He gave a short laugh. “You lot were my best hope. Funny that, a load of half-bloods were my best choice of allies.”

“… Why are you so scared of Tartarus?”

He stopped in his tracks. I went a couple of steps before stopping as well, turning. He was looking at me, yellow eyes (which were honestly the only part of him that didn’t look human) wide with disbelief. “Are you kidding?” he said, voice matching his expression, “It’s Tartarus. It’s literally the most hellish part of hell that you could ever have the misfortune of winding up in. It’s filled with unfriendly things such as other monsters that I’m pretty sure I just said want to kill me.

“Trust me, demigod, if you ever go to Tartarus you’ll understand why I choose half-bloods over it.”

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