I followed Gracie, keeping a look-out for people. Shifting the large bottle of cokes to my other hand, I wondered how many other people -I take that back, I don't think satyrs are people- were going to be there. Summer was right behind us, carrying some towels we could sit on. Gracie had several flashlights. Suddenly, my foot stumbled, and I gasped aloud before I could stop myself. Gracie whirled around. "Shh!" she hissed quietly. Suddenly, a shrieking noise far off filled our ears.
"The harpies," Summer said. "They're close!"
"Hurry up and c'mon," Gracie said. She paused, closing her eyes, looking like she was thinking hard. In a second, three Pegasus silently made their way down from the sky. I chose a Paint one, and the instant I got on the stallion, he took off towards the beach.