The obvious clicking of her heels was heard as we saw her approaching the classroom. But she wasn't our usual Greek teacher. Her face was wrinkled and it was long and pointed. She looked mean to the core. "Alright. Your teacher has had a nervous breakdown. And I'm your new teacher, Mrs. Furre." She said. Her voice was cold, raw and raspy. It sounded totally like an old woman.

Nervous breakdown? Jeez, I never knew Ms. Carp would have a nervous breakdown, I thought with a quirky expression.

"Yes, Ms. Hope? Do you not like the arrangement?" I looked up, Mrs. Fire was staring at me, like burning the soul in me. Her stare placed fear in me. Breaking eye contact, I stammered, "No... Nothing, Mrs. Furre.". "Good." Mrs. Furre said with some sort of cackle within. Shaking away all my 'demented' thoughts, I focused my attention back to Greek class.

I messed up the whole lesson myself, I kept fidgeting, annoying my other classmates. My friend, who has ADHD like me, fiddled with his line parts of a mechanical pencil, clock gears and others as usual. Clearly, I have no idea what he was doing - or trying to make. When class was over, I was over the moon. Greek was nice for me, and easily my best subject, but the teacher was plain horrible. Mrs. Furre picked on me at the slightest things, at the slightest movements.

Just as when I thought I was free, I heard Mrs. Furre behind me. "Meet me at the storeroom later during your break time," she stopped, then continued, "I've got... something to give you." "Yes, Mrs. Furre." I muttered.

I stepped into the dark and spacious storeroom. I felt a tingling at my nose, and I sneezed. The place was dusty, like it was not used for a year or more. "Mrs. Furre?" I called out. No response. "Mrs. Furre? You wanted to give something to me?" I tried again. What echoed back was the familiar raspy voice and the obvious flap of wings.

Flap. Of. Wings.

Slowly, I turned around to see an ugly old human-sized bat. Its leathery wings was spread open. "Oh my Gods. Is that you Mrs. Furre?" I mumbled. That was a rhetorical question, of course it is Mrs. Furre. How sure am I? Not sure at all. I just trust my gut. "Ahh. Another child of the Big Three. He broke the pact. Again." Its raspy voice sounded. I took a step back. "What are you?" I wanted to yell at it, but it ended up as a whimper.

I made a break for the door as it came for me, waving its talon menacingly in flight. "Jaxen! Jaxen, help me!" I pounded at the heavy door, hoping that the ADHD friend of mine could hear. But, it was impossible. We were of a level's difference and I'm behind a heavy door; plus the screeching made by Mrs. Furre, or whatever she is now. "Every child of the Big Three shall die!" It cackled.

I tripped over a rod and fell over, causing a cut at my cheekbone. Grimacing in pain, I sat up and shuffled backwards. The monster's face was ugly and horrible and it screeched the same line over and over again. What the hell is the Big Three and what is this crazy monster am I with? Yes, I'm attention-seeking, but not this type of attention.

Everything blurred into slow motion as I let my instincts take over. Me just watching instead of doing.

I clicked a button of my blue watch and it turned into a sword. Sharp and powerful. Grabbing it by its hilt, I stood up, mustering as much courage and bravery as I could. "The Big Three's children must die!" It said again. To hell with whatever it is. I threw the sword at it and it disappeared into a rain of gold powder. And the sword was on the floor, good as new. I walked over to my fallen weapon and picked it up. Clicking the button which had appeared on the side of the hilt, it turned back into a blue watch which I had with me since Grade Four.

What just happened, was terrifying, yet incredible. I stood there, stunned. The gray-painted heavy wood door burst open. I let out a piercing scream. "Oh Gods! It's me. I'm Jaxen!" I stopped. "Oh."

"How'd you know I'm here?"

"Umm... I just saw- everything's crazy right now. Okay. I saw this weird guy. He was holding a bronze sword and he told me he was a demigod. Anyways, I can't explain right now. He told me what you just saw was a Fury, and it was not the end." Jaxen babbled. I tried to keep up with what he said, and I said, "Okay... So, we need to get out of here now?" Jaxen nodded. "This school. We're not safe. We're demigods."