“So.. what exactly are you?” You ask, the both of us sitting in the car as your mom drives us to camp in the storm, whilst being chased by a Minotaur.

“That doesn’t matter right now.” I respond, trying not to panic at the fact I might lose another demigod.

“Doesn’t matter-? From the waist down my best friend is a donkey-“

Thunder booms in the background.

“BAHH- HA- HA-” I bray, “Goat! I am a goat. Gods, if the other saytrs heard you say that-“

BOOM, the thunder cuts me off.