For Us Demigods

Enjoy The Weirdness

"Okay." Percy said. "I see your point." He nudged his head towards the kitchen, silently asking Grover to follow him. "Then what? Did you just suddenly get really, really good at your job?"

"It's not even my job anymore." Grover said, walking behind Percy to the chairs. "Not officially, anyway."

"Right." Percy flopped down on his seat. "Pan."

"Yes." Grover said. "And I can see them Percy. I can smell them." He shook his head. "Oh gods I could like a predator."

"And Grover, they're so young." Percy said. "How old are they?"

"I don't know, how old were you when you last went to a park for a field-trip?" Grover mumbled.

"I don't know." Percy mumbled too. "Second grade?"

"There you go." Grover trotted over to the fridge.

"Oh my gods, they're seven?!" Percy exclaimed.

"I think." Grover poured a can of Mountain Dew into a tall glass. "Didn't ask."

"Grover, they are way too young for this!" Percy said, as he received the glass of Mountain Dew from Grover.

"Don't you think I know that?" Grover took a bite out of the soda can. "And they're minors at that."

"What?" Percy said, after gulping down his soda.

"Not age, I mean you know they're sev-" Grover stuttered. "They're minor gods. And I can see them very clearly."

"And that's odd?" Percy said. "We already have cabins-"

"Not enough, that's what I'm saying." Grover said. "The only person who knows about this is Chiron, but I've been finding demigods what you normally wouldn't find. They usually stay under the radar. They're not like, you strong."

"Why do people think I'm oh so powerful?" Percy complained.

"Because you are, I can smell you for miles." Grover said. "And Poseidon, I mean. You reek power."

"Alright. Forget the reeking." Percy waved his hand. "The minors."

"One of them, almost positive, Alexiares' kid." Grover said. "Bet you don't know who he are."

"I do!" Percy defended himself. Grover have him a questioning look, and Percy gave in. "Why bother on lying. I bet Annabeth does though."

"Speaking of." Grover cut in. "Where is she? Is my future nephew-slash-niece doing good?"

"He-or-she is fine. Thomas is a really good doctor." Percy smiled. "Annabeth is-" Percy's face fell horrifically.

"What?" Grover asked.

"At the back yard, training with Thalia and Tyson, with flaming arrows." Percy cursed inwardly.

"Ohh no." Grover stood up. "The kids Percy, the kids."

"I know!" Percy exclaimed as he dashed out, Grover running beside him. "An-"

Percy arrived just in time to watch one of the boys hit a bullseye with Thalia's birthday hunting knife, and a girl shooting of the flaming arrows.

"Hey boys." Annabeth grinned.

"Grover." Thalia called. "No hug?"

Grover, who arrived only a second later, sighed out of relief and smiled. He then proceeded to walked and gave Thalia a hug.