"What is going on?" You thought as you tried to open your heavy eyelids. All of this seemed like a nightmare you'd never wake up from. Yeah, you'd always been a 'troubled kid,' but this was something different.

Yesterday you found out that your best friend, Grover, was secretely a half goat, or a satyr. That same day, your mom had vanished into thin air after the Minotaur encountered her. Your eyes blinked open and looked at the cold, hard object in your hands - the Minotaur's horn. Right- you broke his horn after he made your mom disappear. It was all starting to come back to you.

Getting out of the infirmary bed, you headed outside the cabin to get some answers for your many questions. You were being stared at by a pretty blonde girl who you vaguely emember was in the cabin with you, feeding you a honey-like liquid that tasted like your mom's homemade chocolate chip cookies.

She glanced down at the Minotaur horn you were still clutching in your hands. Part of you expected her to say something like 'You killed a minotaur! You're awesome!' But instead, her words were, "You drool when you sleep."