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.


10. Put. Me. Down. - Alyx

Below, the other demigods were crying out, each and every one readying their longer-range weapons. I hoped so hard that they would use their heads. If they even started shooting at Cinder, I bet he'd drop me without another word. The bird hadn't really acted that happy with us demigods. His sarcastic comments on our 'manners' didn't give the impression that he'd try not to drop me.

I gulped, trying to open my eyes. I hate heights. Although, the massive claws around my shoulders probably didn't help. The massive. Black. Sharp. Claws.

And it seemed the bird was only just realising what was going on. "Wait. You're scared of heights, aren't you?"

"Uh. Maybe." I was not impressed with the sniggering. "Put me down, you bird!"

Perhaps he didn't understand how much both of us would die if he didn't land. "Sheesh! You humans and your silly ground! Can you not part with it for one second?"

"No, I just don't want to die! They will shoot at you if you don't land in the next few seconds." I managed to get myself to open my eyes. Almost instantly, I regretted it. "Then we'll both die."

"... Fine. Have it your way." With a grumble, he slowed in the air, and circled down, not leaving the arena. Now that I looked at it, he had done rather well at staying inside. He could have flown up high, into the clouds, and dropped me. He could have flown off and dropped me to monsters. The thing is, he didn't. Maybe he was trustworthy. Maybe.



We landed a few moments later. Or should I say, Cinder landed and I fell on my face. Demigods surrounded us, each and every one holding a sword of some kind. I could pick out a number of my half-siblings.

The allowed me out of the circle, but poked at Cinder with their weapons if he tried to pass. I pushed toward Annabeth. "Why aren't you letting him out? He didn't kill me, did he?"

She looked at me with disapproving eyes. "It's not what he could have done, it's what he could do. We just can't let a monster stay here. We'll let him leave, but no way is he staying here."

I myself was surprised with how defensive sounded. "Why not? Mrs. O'Leary stays here. She's no better than a dog. Cinder can actually help us."

Never before had Annabeth glare at me in that way. "Sis, are you out of your mind? Is everyone out of their minds? It's a griffin! A massive black griffin!" At that very moment, Cinder decided to shapeshift. I grinned, despite my earlier attitude.

"Not any more he isn't."

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