Page 113 of Zeus' Spark
His legs are furry like a goat and end in hooves, and he has ram horns on his head.
“Raven, weapons down. It’s a satyr.” Jayden groans. “Sorry about my friend. We’re all on high alert and have been chased by monsters more than I can count.”
“It’s fine.” The goat man bleats. “What brings you heroes here?”
“We’re trying to find some friends who were taken from our school and were told they may be in the mountains,” I say with a smile.
A goat’s tail swishes behind him rhythmically, and it takes everything inside me not to giggle.
“Ah, yes, there has been strange magic in the mountains recently.” The satyr nods.
I back away a step as his huge horns nearly smack me in the face.
“Do you know where?” Jayden asks as Greyson pulls out a map.
“It moves around too much.” He shakes his head, and I step back, alarmed that his horns are waving in front of my face again.
I have battled monsters. How embarrassing would it be if I died being gored by the horns of a satyr by accident?
“What do you mean it moves around?” Raven asks warily.
We were told the missing students are being held inside a cave. Is it not a cave, or does the cave move? How the fuck does a cave move around?
I frown in confusion. It’s not possible, right?
The satyr shrugs. “It doesn’t stay in the same place longer than a couple days.”
“So the cave moves, or is there a presence here that’s hiding it and jumping around to throw people off?” I ask.
Jayden taps a finger to his lips in thought. “Artemis said that there was magic hiding it.”
“We still have to find the crowns for the muses too,” I mumble, and Raven rolls her eyes.
“We need hiking and camping gear,” Jayden says, holding out his card.
The satyr nods, and I pull Raven back from the damn horns. He scurries away, grabbing things from trees and bushes that move toward him.
Are there dryads in the trees? What the hell is going on?
A vine snakes out and drops something in front of me, and I stumble back.
A giggle fills the air.
Rolling my eyes, I sigh.
Fucking dryads.
It’s strange though. I’ve never seen dryads move their trees like that.
Raven elbows me in my arm. “That’s so cool.”
You wouldn’t think that we would be mesmerized by things like that with all that we’ve seen before, but we are.
“My mate is the dryad connected to all the trees in the shop. She helps with everything,” the satyr says with pride.
“That’s amazing.” I glance around in awe as he continues grabbing equipment and backpacks and handing them out.
A vine slithers forward and flicks my ponytail over my shoulder playfully, and I grin.
