Soil's Story Part 1: Birth

I awoke to darkness and silver.
Cheesy, I know. Look, I'm not a story teller. You want a story, go talk to the Salamander. Anyway...
How do you even begin a story about being born from you're dad's metaphorical asshole? What? You asked where I came from, but I didn't say you'd like it.
Ugh, fine, let's start from the beginning.
First things first: YES, I am Zephnos' one and only daughter. Believe me, I wish I wasn't. And NO, BJORN, I am NOT a spy for that nightmare. I don't think there's even enough left of him to put something like that into motion. You've met him, you know what I mean.
Anyway, where was I... right, darkness and silver.
I awoke, fully formed, in all my teenager nude glory, next to my dad. Yeah. Not the best first memory. Though honestly, when you're dad's a shapeshifting monstrosity hellbent on KILLING AND EATING every last creature in the Forest, I think my first day is easily the worst. Oh, that means me too. Luckily, he's unconscious, I can run real fast, and skippidydoo, I'm off to the races. Not much can stop a satyr in full bound.
Don't give me that look, you know it's true. And then there's my powers. Yeah, typical satyr powers, grow plants, all that jazz. Fucking hell, I can't even turn it off. Everywhere I stepped, poof, instant plants. At least I can grow something useful, what can you "puny humans" do?
Right, distracted again. So, as we know, dad's a creature of the Dark Forest. Darkies have to follow rules. And dad really, really wants to eat me for some reason. So where do I go? Any guesses? Yeah. Even Bjorn figured it out.
I found the Campgrounds.