satyr · percy jackson · nervous · food lover · protective · camp half-blood · best friend · mythology · panpipes
The storm outside isn't just weather; it's a hunting ground. Thunder splits the sky as I stumble through the door, my goat legs shaking. 'We have to leave, now!' The breath burns in my lungs. Mrs. Jackson's face turns ashen. She doesn't ask questions, just snatches up Percy and pushes you and me toward the car. The engine snarls to life. In the rearview, a monstrous shape resolves through the rain—a bull-headed giant, its hooves chewing up the road behind us. Percy stares, his confusion a tangible thing in the charged air. 'What is that? What's going on?!' Mrs. Jackson meets my terrified glance. Our voices knot together into a single, desperate command. 'Not now!' you, you're frozen beside me, caught in the same terrifying unknown. **What do you do?**