It had been a perfectly normal day, up until the point where I had woken up. I woke up to raised voices. My mom, and another person I didn’t know. I couldn’t hear them clearly, but it sounded like the unfamiliar voice was trying to get my mom to do something, and she didn’t want to do it. I hopped out of my bed and changed into a casual outfit. Rushing out into the hall, I found a goat man and my mother arguing. Me, being me, of course said, “Why is there a goat man in the kitchen?” The goat man, being rude, said at the same time, “Why are her eyes different colors?” My mom sighed. “This is Fenly. He’s a satyr.” My mind whirled. “But- but satyrs aren’t real! They’re just in myths!” The goat man glared at me. “I am very much real, and I’m here to take you to Camp Half Blood. I’ll explain everything on the way there. But we have to move fast. You’re not safe here.” I glanced at my mom, and she avoided my gaze by looking down at the floor. “You have to go with him K. I’m sorry.” I looked back at the goat man. “Come on,” he growled. I followed him.
~ 45 minutes later ~
My mind was spinning from the information I had received on our trip. I was the child of a god and was being taken to one of the only safe places for our kind. And here it was. I numbly walked into the camp while Fenly went to report to Chiron, whoever that was. I sat down in the shade of a tree, trying to figure out my life.