Third Person P.O.V

They tore through the stormy night along the dark country roads, wind slammed against the Camaro.

Rain lashed the windshield, (Y/n) didn't know how Sally could see anything, but she kept her foot on the gas.

Every time lightning flashed (Y/n) would look over at Grover and debate if she was going insane or not at what she was seeing.

All she could say was, "so you know our mothers?" Grover looked away from the window at the girl.

"Not exactly," he said, "I mean, we've never met in person, but they knew I was watching you guys."

"Watching us?"

"Keeping tabs on you two, making sure you guys were okay, but I wasn't faking being your guys friend," he added hastily, "I am your guys friend."

"Um...what are you exactly?" Percy popped in the conversation.

"That doesn't matter right now," Grover told him.

"It doesn't matter? From the waist down our best friend is a donkey-" Grover let out a sharp, throaty "Blaa-ha-ha!"

Both Percy and (Y/n) have heard him make that sound before but they both assumed it was a nervous laugh. "Goat!" Grover cried.

"What?" (Y/n) looked at him confused.

"I'm a goat from the waist down," Grover explained, annoyed. "You just said it didn't matter," she pointed out.

"Blaa-ha-ha! There are satyrs who would trample you underhoof for such an insult," he gave Percy a pointed look. "Woah, wait, satyrs? You mean like... Mr. Brunner's myths?" Percy asked.

"Were those old ladies at the fruit stand a myth, Percy? Was Mrs. Dodds a myth?" Grover squinted.

"So you do admit there's a Mrs. Dodds?" (Y/n) called him out quickly. "Of course," he replied in a tone that said 'duh.'

"Then why-"

"The less you two knew, the less monsters you'd both attract," Grover said, like it should be perfectly obvious.

"We put Mist over the humans' eyes, we hoped you'd both think the Kindly One was a hallucination, but it was no good, you both started to realize who you are," He explained.

"Who we-wait a minute, what do you mean?" (Y/n) stressed.

The weird bellowing noise rose up again somewhere behind us, closer than before. Whatever was chasing us was still on our trail.

"Kids," (M/n) said, "there's too much to explain and not enough time, we have to get you both to safety."

"Safe from what? who's after us?" Percy questioned.

"Oh, nobody much," Grover said, obviously still miffed about the donkey comment, "just the Lord of the Dead and a few of his blood-thirstiest minions."

"Grover!" Sally scolded.

"Sorry, Mrs. Jackson, could you drive faster please?" (Y/n) tried to wrap her mind around all this madness but couldn't come close to doing so.

Sally made a hard right causing them to swerve onto a narrower road, racing past darkened farmhouses and wooded hills and 'Pick your own strawberries' signs on the fences.

"Where are we going?" Percy asked.

"To the summer camp we told you about," (Y/n)'s mother's voice was tight; she trying for the two demi-gods sake to not be scared, "the place your fathers wanted us to send you."

"The place you both didn't want us to go to," Percy spoke up.

"Please, kids," his mom begged, "this is hard enough, try to understand, you both are in danger."

"Because some old ladies cut yarn," Percy stated in disbelief, making (Y/n) confused.

"Those weren't old ladies," Grover said, "those were the fates, do you know what it means-the fact they appeared in front of you? They only do that when you're about to...when someone's about to die."

"Whoa, you said 'you'," Percy freaked.

"No I didn't, I said 'someone,'" Grover said.

"You meant 'you', as in 'him'" (Y/n) jumped in, Percy nodding in agreement. "I meant you, like 'someone,' not you, you."

"Kids!" Sally scolded.

She pulled the wheel hard to the right, causing (Y/n) to catch a glimpse of the figure that Sally had swerved to avoid-a dark fluttering shape now lost behind them in the storm.

"What....What was that..." (Y/n) asked, fear evident in voice. "We're almost there," Sally said, ignoring the girl's question, "another mile, please, please, please."

(Y/n) nor Percy knew where there was, but both found themselves leaning forward in the car, anticipating, wanting to arrive to their destination.

Outside, nothing but rain and darkness-the kind of empty countryside you get way out on the tip of Long Island.

(Y/n) thought about Mrs.Dodds and the moment when she'd changed into the thing with pointed teeth and leathery wings.

(Y/n)'s limbs went numb from delayed shock, Mrs. Dodds hadn't been human, she'd meant to kill Percy and (Y/n).

The girl then thought about Mr. Brunner...and the sword he had thrown at Percy.

Before (Y/n) could ask Grover about that, the hair rose on the back of her neck, there was a blinding flash, a jaw-rattling boom!, and their car exploded.

(Y/n) remembered feeling weightless, like she was being crushed, fried, and hosed down all at the same time. She peeled her forehead off the back of the driver's seat and said, "Ow."

"Kids!" (M/n) shouted.

"We're okay..." Percy spoke up. (Y/n) tried to shake off the daze, they weren't dead, the car hadn't really exploded, they had swerved into a ditch.

Their driver's side doors were wedged in the mud. The roof had cracked open like an eggshell and rain was pouring in.

Next to Percy was a big motionless lump.

"Grover!" (Y/n) exclaimed, he was slumped over, blood trickling from the side of his mouth. Percy shook Grover's furry hip, both him and (Y/n) worried for his safety.

Grover then groaned, "Food," and they knew there was hope.

"Kids," Sally said, "we have to..." her voice faltered.

(Y/n) looked back, in a flash of lightning, through the mud-spattered rear windshield, she saw a figure lumbering towards them on the shoulder of the road.

The sight of it made her skin crawl, it was a dark silhouette of a huge figure, the top half of the figure was bulky and fuzzy, his upraised hands made it look like he had horns.

"Who is-" Percy started.

"Kids," Sally said, deadly serious, "get out of the car."

Percy's mother threw herself against the driver's-side door, it was jammed shut in the mud. (Y/n) tried her's which was stuck too.

She looked up desperately at the hole in the roof, it might've been an exit, but the edges were sizzling and smoking. "Climb out the passenger's side!" (M/n) told them.

"Kids-you have to run, do you see that big tree?" Sally urged.

"What?" Percy questioned. Another flash of lightning, and through the smoking hole in the roof the kids saw the tree the older woman meant: a huge, White House Christmas tree-sized pine tree at the crest of the nearest hill.

"That's the property line," (M/n) said, "get over that hill and you'll see a big farmhouse down in the valley, run and don't look back, yell for help, don't stop until you both reach the door."

"Mom, you guys are coming too," (Y/n) said to her mom, (M/n)'s face was pale, her eyes as sad as when she see the sun rise and set.

"No!" (Y/n) shouted, "you and Sally are coming with us, help us carry Grover."

"Food!" Grover moaned, a little louder. The figure kept coming towards them, making grunting and snorting noises.

"He doesn't want us," Sally told them, "He wants you two, besides we can't cross the property line."

"But..." Percy started.

"We don't have time, kids, go, please," Sally urged them.

Both (Y/n) and Percy were mad at everything withing this situation.

(Y/n) and Percy climbed across Grover and pushed the door open into the rain, "we're going together, come on," (Y/n) said, too stubborn to leave them behind.

"I told you-" (M/n) started. "We are not leaving you guys, help us with Grover," Percy said.

They didn't wait for either of their mothers to answer, they scrambled outside, dragging Grover from the car.

He was surprisingly light, but they couldn't have carried him very far if their moms hadn't come to their aid.

Together, they draped Grover's arms over the two kids shoulders and started stumbling uphill through wet waist-high grass.

Glancing back, (Y/n) got her first clear look at the monster.

He was seven feet tall, easily, his arms and legs were bulging, he wore no clothes except underwear, which would have been funny, except the top half of his body was so scary.

Coarse brown hair started at about his belly button and got thicker as it reached his shoulders.

The kids recognized the monster, all right, he had been in one of the first stories Mr. Brunner told them, but he couldn't be real. (Y/n) blinked the rain out of her eyes, "that's-"

"Pasiphae's son," (M/n) said, "I wish I knew how bad it really would be for you too."

"But he's the Min-" Percy started. "Don't say his name," Sally warned, "names have power."

The pine tree was still way too far-a hundred yards uphill at least, (Y/n) glanced over her shoulder again.

The bull-man hunched over their car, looking in the windows-or not looking exactly.

More like snuffling, nuzzling, (Y/n) wasn't sure why she bothered, since they were only about fifty feet away.

"Food?" Grover moaned. "Shhh," Percy told him, "Mom, what's he doing? Doesn't he see us?"

"His sight and hearing are terrible," Sally said.

"He goes by smell, but he'll figure out where we are soon enough," (M/n) continued.

As if on cue, the bull-man bellowed in rage.

He picked up Gabe's Camaro by the torn roof and threw it down in anger.

"(Y/n)," (M/n) started, squatting down to her daughter's eye level as Percy listened as well, "when he sees us, he'll charge, wait until the last second, then jump out of the way-directly sideways, he can't change directions very well once he's charging. Do you understand?"

"How do you know all this?" (Y/n) asked.

"We've been worried about an attack for a long time, we should have expected this, we were selfish, keeping you both with us," (M/n) said before reaching into her pocket, taking out a bracelet with a shiny sun and putting it on (Y/n)'s wrist.

"Your father wanted me to give this to you when you were ready, it's called Ilios, which means sun."

"Ilios? What-" Another bellow of rage, and the bull-man started tromping uphill, he smelled them.

The pine tree was only a few more yards, but the hill was getting steeper and slicker, and Grover wasn't getting any lighter.

The bull-man closed in, another few seconds and he'd be on top of them.

Sally and (M/n) must've been exhausted, but they shouldered Grover, "go, kids! Separate! Remember what we said!" (M/n) exclaimed."

The kids didn't want to split up, but they both had a feeling their mothers were right-it was their only chance.

Both kids sprinted to the left, turned, and saw the creature bearing down in them, his black eyes glowed with hate, he reeked like rotten meat.

The bull-man stormed past like a freight train, then bellowed with frustration and turned, but not towards the kids this time but towards their mothers, who were setting Grover down in the grass.

They reached the crest of the hill, down the other side they could see the valley, just as both older women said, and the light of the farmhouse glowing yellow through the rain.

But that was half a mile away, they'd never make it.

The bull-man grunted, pawing the ground, he kept eyeing the kids mothers, who were now retreating slowly downhill, back towards the road, trying to lead the monster away from Grover.

"Run, kids!" Sally told them. "We can't go any farther, run!" (M/n) yelled.

But they just stood there, frozen in fear, as the monster charged at them, they both tried to to sidestep, but the monster had learned his lesson.

His hands shot out and grabbed them both by their necks as they tried to get away, he lifted them as they struggled, kicking and pummeling the air.

"Mom!" Both Percy and (Y/n) yelled.

Sally caught their eyes, and managed to choke out one last word: "Go!" Then with an angry roar, the monster closed both his fists around their necks, and they dissolved in front of their own kids eyes as they turned into golden dust.

"NO!" Both kids scream.

Anger replaced the fear that the kids had, newfound strength burned in their limbs-the same rush of energy they'd gotten when Mrs. Dodds grew talons.

The bull-man bore down on Grover, who was laying helpless in the grass, the monster hunched over, snuffling the saytr, as if he were about to lift Grover up and make him dissolve too.

(Y/n) took off her (f/c) raincoat and started waving it frantically, "HEY!" She screamed.

"Hey stupid! Ground beef!" Percy shouted. The monster roared and turned towards them, shaking his meaty fists.

(Y/n) had an idea-it was an incredibly stupid idea, but better than no idea at all, she put her back to the pine tree as Percy waited at the side.

(Y/n) waved her jacket in front of the bull-man, thinking she'd jump out of the way at the last moment, but it didn't happen like that.

The bull-man charged too fast, his arms out to grab her whichever way she tried to dodge, time slowed down.

Her legs tensed, she could jump sideways, so she leaped straight up, kicking off from the creature's head, using is as a springboard, turning midair, and landing on his neck.

How did she do that? She didn't have time to figure it out.

A millisecond later, the monster's head slammed into the tree and the impact nearly knocked (Y/n)'s teeth out.

The monster staggered around, trying to shake her, but she locked her arms around his arms as to not get thrown.

Meanwhile, Grover started groaning in the grass, (Y/n) wanted to yell at him to shut up, but the way she was getting tossed around, if she opened her mouth she'd bite her own tongue off.

"Food!" Grover moaned. The bull-man wheeled toward him, and pawed the ground again and got ready to charge.

(Y/n) thought about how this beast had squeezed the life out of her mother and her best friend's mom in front of them.

Rage began to fill her as she got both of her hands around of the horns and pulled backward with all her might. The monster tensed, gave a surprised grunt, then-snap!

The bull-man screamed and flung the young girl through the air, she landed flat on her back next to Percy, who immediately checked if she was okay.

Her head smacked against a rock, and when she sat up, her vision was blurry, but she had a horn in her hands, a ragged bone weapon the size of a knife.

The monster charged, without thinking, Percy grabbed (Y/n) and jumped to one side and came up kneeling and (Y/n) sitting by him.

As the monster barreled past, (Y/n) suddenly drove the broken horn straight into his side, right into his furry rib cage.

The monster roared in agony, he flailed, clawing at his chest, as he began to disintegrate- but not like her and Percy's mom who disappeared into a gold flash but into dust.

The monster was gone, the rain had stopped, and Percy and (Y/n) were both dizzy and exhausted.

They were too tired to even cry, which they had really wanted to do after losing their mothers, they were weak, scared, and in grief.

But Grover needed their help, so they both managed to haul him up and stagger down into the valley, toward the light of the farmhouse.

Percy had a sad look while (Y/n) was crying over losing the only person who stuck around for her.

The last thing (Y/n) remembered is collapsing on a wooden porch with her best friends, looking up at a ceiling fan circling above her.

Then seeing the stern faces of a familiar looking man and a handsome boy around her age, his short blonde hair was curled like a prince's.

They both looked down at them, and the boy said, "they're the ones, they have to be."

"Silence, Andrew," the man said, "their still conscious, bring them inside."

Sorry this chapter took so long I'm back in school and work so chapters may a bit slower but I always try and work on chapters when I have time! Enjoy!