It had been one hell of a day. Or, one Tartarus of a day, maybe, if she had to live in Greek references now. God...s, this was confusing.
She'd woken up to their caravan being shaken. That wasn't totally unusual; people were not big fans of travellers, and the shit they got for it was unbelievable, sometimes. Still, they'd only just arrived, and it was new that they'd already been taken against. Her mom had been woken, too, and was already grabbing for her phone. Tas had tweaked the curtain to look out, and what she saw... well, it was a person, except for one thing: he had only one eye, in the centre of his forehead, and it was leering at her. Letting out a shout, since his face was right in front of hers, she'd jumped back. He'd smashed the window, she'd leapt off of the bed and pulled her disbelieving mother out of the door, dragging her away from the caravan. As if he'd decided to be courteous, he'd come around the caravan instead of smashing through it, which saved them both time and money. It'd surprised her at the time, when her mom called the police, but she understood now. Then, she'd wondered what they could do against a monster. And he was, there was no doubt in her mind about it. A Cyclops, and she didn't understand quite how that was possible, but that you had it.
Chaos had pretty much ensued once the police showed up, and eventually a man with a strange gait had turned up with a woman who'd clicked her fingers, pulled out a sword, and fought the monster. It was a short fight, ending in the monster literally disintegrating, and Tas had caught her breath as she stared around, dazed. Nobody else had reacted, not even her mom, who would have a lot to say about that usually. But she'd been in shock, gasping for breath, and panicked. The police left at another click of the woman's fingers, telling them they'd catch the culprit if he'd turned up again. Then the man with the gait had turned to her mom and told her she needed to explain to her daughter.
And boy, did she explain. So it turned out, her dad wasn't a deadbeat who'd run out on them before she was born, he'd been a fucking god. Not God, a god. As in, Greek 'mythology'. He was a god. And not even one of the cool ones. No, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades were forbidden from having kids. Although sometimes they did anyway, and it caused a lot of shit, but the woman wasn't supposed to be telling her that and after a stern look from the guy, she had somewhere else to be anyway.
Then the guy wasn't a guy, he was a fucking satyr, and she had no idea how to take any of it apart from to just nod slowly and accept it.
Thirty minutes later and with tarpaulin over the broken window, they were on the way to Camp Half-Blood in their caravan, with the satyr along for the ride to make sure they made it. Since being a half-blood was dangerous, but unavoidable.
It was all just noise to Tas. Just stories. None of this was possible, or real, and she couldn't take it in. Only when her mom stopped the caravan and told her she had to go with the satyr, did she finally react, shaking her head and refusing. It took them hours to convince her, but then she was walking up the hill, turning to look back at her mom, and half-crying with confusion. Her head was spinning. It was at the top of the hill that she collapsed, unable to take it, and passed out.