When Boredom Calls

Clarisse knew long before Gleeson Hedge, her satyr had come that she was a demigod.

There was barely a way not to know.

She got attacked on the way to school, in the mornings, she got attacked every other day during her fourth block class, and occasionally at her house.

Clarisse didn't mind it actually. She kinda enjoyed it.

It was what she looked forward to in the school year.

And sometimes, when she got bored, she'd go into her back yard (which was in the middle of no where, mind you). She'd standing on her porch staring into the horizon and then she'd start taunting the monsters to come to her.

She'd make funny of them, or their moms, and bait them into a glorified fight.

It was fun for the daughter of Ares.

Then the demigod clad in Greek armor stumbled onto her property. He mumbled junk and gibberish. And collapsed into her like a drunken man.

After that Clarisse never called out again. For fear of what other thing might come from the labyrinth.