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.)


14. Okay, he has some style, I guess. - Alyx

Despite his suggestion to skip everything and jump straight to the forest, and my own desire to be away from his at last, I did show the bird around the camp. Briefly, that is. I took him to the dining pavilion, the ocean shore, the boating lake, the archery range, and a bunch of other places scattered around. He made sarcastic comments about almost every single one of them. I was seriously regretting deciding to give him the full tour.

Eventually it came time to leave him at the edge of the forest, which rose up on one side of the camp, thick and mysterious, the trees towering up. He seemed rather unimpressed at the whole thing. Oh well, that wasn’t my problem. I left him pondering which tree he would take up resting in. I couldn’t picture him at the top of a tree.

Anyway. He wasn’t my problem anymore. Tomorrow Chiron would find some other poor half-blood to guide him around. I was done. I didn’t want anything more to do with the bird. I made my way back to the Athena cabin. There wasn’t that long until dinner. I’d told Cinder that- he’d just grumbled. Stupid bird. I lay down on my bed, staring up at the bottom of the bunk above me. Where would he sit? He was a monster- he didn’t have a godly parent. Would he even be allowed to sit at one of the tables? What would he even eat? How would he eat it?

Gods damn it, the griffin just wouldn’t leave me alone. If he wasn’t following me around like some lost puppy, he was causing theoretical problems that I didn’t have the answers to. Now that I thought about it, there were an awful lot of questions about the bird. An awful, awful lot. What did we actually know about griffins? I hadn’t really thought about their existence that much.

I sighed, picking up the book I was reading from the bag I had tucked beneath my bed, deciding to read to try and distract myself.


As the hour went on, my cabin-mates slowly filtered in, returning from whatever our last activity of the day had been. I didn’t speak to any of them- I wasn’t sure if they were still annoyed at me after the argument in the arena.
All too soon came the sound of the horn for dinner. Every stood up, and we went outside and started trudging toward the dinner pavilion. At least the fight from earlier had made me hungry- I was starving. I managed to keep the questions about the griffin banished from my mind, focusing on what we would be eating tonight.

I joined my siblings at our marble table. The entire pavilion was buzzing with chatter, other demigods talking rapidly with each other. Some spoke about the day, but most were enthusing about the appearance of Cinder, and Chiron’s declaration at the arena. They hadn’t heard the bird’s story- I realised I was the only one who actually knew some of the reasoning behind keeping him around.

We had been sitting for a couple of minutes when everything went silent, and a number of other half-bloods started pointing up at the sky. His snarling roar made me jump it was so loud, echoing through the valley and making it all too obvious who was approaching.

Cinder swooped over our heads, diving toward the ground and shifting into human form mere inches from the ground. He landed lightly on his feet, and he turned toward the pavilion. The bird, like most of the other campers, now wore his own Camp Half-blood T-shirt. Mainly because his old green one- which I had discovered said “I’m not picky. I eat all twelve types of demigod!” - was covered in blood and had a lot of holes in it. This was probably for the best.

He strode up to the middle of the dining area, standing before Chiron and Mr. D, who were both at the head table, and he bowed.

The chatter that had started again after his landing stopped, and dead silence descended upon the campers. Never before had I seen somebody bowing before the two of them. Even Mr. D didn’t demand that us lowly half-bloods bow before him. I guessed it would have taken too much effort to enforce. It was strange seeing Cinder, of all people, on his knees.

The bird stayed crouched until Chiron waved a hand hesitantly. “Sit where you wish, Cinder. It’s not as though you have a cabin to sit with.”

Cinder nodded his head, rising slowly. He had a solemn expression on his face. He didn’t like bowing- you could see it in his eyes. He turned toward the tables, face changing to a slight smile, scanning them and the faces sitting on the benches. Nobody spoke, waiting to see where he would choose.

After a few short seconds of delay, he strode over to Zeus’s table. We collectively decided that made sense. It was an empty table- Thalia Grace didn’t attend the camp- and, being a creature of the sky, he belonged to Zeus. As much as monsters could belong to the Gods, at least. I wasn’t too sure how that worked.

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