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.)

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4. Why a Barn? - Cinder

How many times do I have to tell this girl? I’m precious cargo, jabbing celestial bronze swords in my back is not going to keep me undamaged. “Girl watch your sword or so help me, I will-”

Her tone was amused. “Or you’ll what?”

I kept walking, my mouth open slightly. It just struck me that maybe threatening the stab-crazed demigod who had a gods damned sword pointed at my back was maybe not quite the best idea. “I… will… uh, hug? You?” The faint smell of strawberries became apparent. I’m surprised I hadn’t smelt them earlier, my senses are normally quite keen. I guess that’s what happens when you get shot. Multiple times. And are sorta bleeding out. You know, I’m not actually sure if monsters can bleed out… We’re a bit weird, you see? And I’d never died from blood loss before. Normally it was something more like decapitation, or mass stabbing of the organs with arrows. Once I got hit with a catapult. No, not a projectile. An actual catapult.

“Hug me and a sword in your back will be the least of your worries,” she growled, holding the sword to my skin for a bit longer than before, making her point (ha ha I’m a genius) quite clear.

I could see our destination now. Or at least, I think I could. The only thing in front of us was a barn. A big, red barn. I mean it was nice, don’t get me wrong, but I was expecting something more… human? Like a house or something.

“Why are we going to a barn?” I was sceptical. Surely the grand building from which Camp Half Blood was organised wasn’t just a barn. Please tell me it wasn’t. I’ll get second-hand embarrassment for all the monsters felled by these barn-dwelling teens.

Honestly, I think I could feel her rolling her eyes behind me. “Oh come on. Every single monster knows about this. After the battle with Kronos last year…”

“The battle with who now?” I knew the name Kronos, of course. But he’s been in Tartarus for longer than I’ve existed. There’s no way these demigods had fought him- much less last year. It would take centuries for the titan to build up that much strength.

Her tone turned cold. “Don’t feign innocence,” she snarled, voice going quiet. “Every single monster was involved- and we for sure didn’t have any… birds… on our side.”

I turned around, hands raised, blinking at her. “Girl I’ve got no clue what you’re on about.” It was the truth. We griffins… well, let’s just say we don’t get out much. We don’t really… mix… with other monsters too much. They mostly just leave us alone. Same with half-bloods. I personally hadn’t seen one in about five hundred years.

The girl’s eyes narrowed. She bit her lip, glaring at me. “Keep moving.” She ordered, nodding toward the barn.

She still hadn’t answered my question.

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