"I did not agree to this", I said as I clung to the griffin for dear life. The others just smirked. "Why do I even try", I huffed closing my eyes. "You're lucky you got the gentlest one", Melanie said, her griffin slowing down to fly beside me. "We need to revise your definition of gentle", I said. Melanie is obsessed with griffins as I can now see. Apparently no one saw a problem with this. "Aaaaah", I screamed as it dipped down, this might be my imagination but the griffin was very aware and was enjoying my fear. He scowled, "You're gonna attack monsters". I scowled back at him but I knew he was right, he thinks way to highly of himself.

"At the moment I don't think I care", I said trying not to slip off. He rolled his eyes, "You should". "Did someone break your heart? That's the only explanation for rudeness like yours", I said scowling. He tensed, "You don't know anything". Woah I might actually be right. "Then stop being such a control freak I'm not your puppet", I said seriously pushing my luck, "You can't tell me what to do". "Shut up", he said practically growling. "No I won't", I said, "I'm tired of people looking down on me". "I said Shut Up", he growled.At that moment I really felt that he was a son of the underworld.

I bit back the urge to shout, "Why do you hate me, why do you hate people". "I don't want to talk about it", he said, "You couldn't possibly understand what I've been through". "Could you understand someone who's been to Tartarus and was practically driven insane". "Would you understand someone who lost people he cared about". "Can you understand someone who has been destined to be an outcast". "No you can't", he finished his rant pulling in front of us. Melanies eyes warned me, don't annoy him, but I ignored her.

"Yes maybe I haven't been through all that stuff", I said pulling beside him. "I'm new to this I know nothing what I've been through is child's play compared to tge horrors you've faced". "But I would choose anything than to watch everything I know and love fall apart", I said my eyes brimming with tears much to my annoyance. "To me its the most difficult part of this", I continued, "I tried to deny it but there's nothing I can do". "My sister, my twin sister is torturing my father as we speak a father I might not have a chance to know". "Because of me my best friend's father's life is in danger". "For all I know my father is dead her father is dead and I'm just wasting my time". "So tge answer is yes", I said, "I don't know but I'm going through my own personal hell my life us in splinters and the worst part is that I chose it". My tears were falling freely now. "I-", he started. "No just don't". He kept quiet. Why did I say that why. I just faced something I was hiding from and it hurt it hurt a lot.