Theo, son of.... well he hasn't got a clue.
Theo may have never have know who was until one day a scrawny 12 year old by the name of Percy Jackson showed up on the borders of the only home half dead after killing the famous Minotaur.
That day cha...
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Chapter 15
Tragic Ending
Theo POV
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On the Fourth of July, the whole camp gathered at the beach for a fireworks display by cabin nine. Being Hephaestus's kids, they weren't going to settle for a few lame red-white-and-blue explosions. They'd anchored a barge offshore and loaded it with rockets the size of Patriot missiles.
The blasts would be sequenced so tightly they'd look like frames of animation across the sky. The finale was supposed to be a couple of hundred-foot-tall Spartan warriors who would crackle to life above the ocean, fight a battle, and then explode into a million colours.
As Annabeth, Percy and I were spreading a picnic blanket, Grover showed up to tell us goodbye. He was dressed in his usual jeans and T-shirt and sneakers, but in the last few weeks, he'd started to look older, almost high-school age.
His goatee had gotten thicker. He'd put on weight. His horns had grown at least an inch, so he now had to wear his rasta cap all the time to pass as human.
"I'm off," he said. "I just came to say ... well, you know."
I was happy for him. After all, it wasn't every day a satyr got permission to go look for the great god Pan. It was also Grover's dream to find Pan, and for some reason, I believe he will.
Annabeth gave him a hug. She told him to keep his fake feet on. I asked him where he was going to search first.
"Kind of a secret," he said, looking embarrassed. "I wish you could come with me, guys, but humans and Pan. They don't really get along well, I think I can count on my hooves the number of demigods Pan claimed."
"Yeah, how does that work?" I asked, "Isn't Pan like a goat from the waist down? How does he you know, with humans?"
Grover grimaced and Percy blushed awkwardly.
"Anyway...," Annabeth said steering the conversation away from what could be a complete mood killer. "You got enough tin cans for the trip?"
