Prologue-
Fire.
Fire everywhere.
And it was my fault. All our possessions destroyed, all our memories burned. The only thing I could save was my life, maybe hers, too. I grabbed her unconsious body between my teeth, bolted across the street, and collapsed. The last thing I could remember was a punkish, pale girl with a bow and arrow and a hispanic boy in an army jacket. "This wasn't the mission I expected," the girl said.
Chapter 1-
I woke up in a plain, windowless bedroom. White walls, white covers on the bed I was in, white carpet. The dim lighting from a nightlight seemed out of place with the whiteness. I saw an orange t-shirt and jeans, just my size, on the foot of the bed. I decided to put them on. They weren't my clothes, but the edges of mine were scorched after the fire...Fire. Mother. Where? I found the door and stepped out.
"Watch it!" someone snapped. I had run into a redhead girl. She had jeans someone had written on in differrent colored markers and a purple smiley-face hoodie.
"Sorry," I mumbled. "Have you seen my mom?"
"No, I don't-Oh. You. Yeah, over here." She was staring at the top of my head. I tried to smooth my hair which probabaly looked like a rat's nest, when i felt soft...fur. I felt muscles there, too. These were ears, remnants from last night's...wolfiness. I rotated the ears around...wierd. "Chiron!" the girl yelled down the hall.
A brown-haired old guy in a wheelchair came out of a room and smiled. "Hello," he greeted me. "You must want to see your mother." The redhead and the old guy walked me out of the blue house I was in to a gigantic camp, with cabins, all different from each other, people with legs like...goats? And a bunch of kids swordfighting in armor, like ancient soldiers.
Eventually, we came to a long, low building made of stone. "She's in here," the girl said. "The infirmary."
There were elfish girls in green dresses flitting around and taking care of people on hospital beds. One of the people was my mom. My legs struggled against my will to run there. Her pretty face was scarred with burns. I ruined my mother's face because of something so trivial...A tear formed in my eye. "Hi, mom," I said.
She croaked something, then reached for a notepad and pen that were by her bed. She srcribbled words, an showed the notepad to me. "Hi, baby," the note said. I smiled sheepishly at her and gave her back the notepad. Her face was burned to where I couldn't see what her facial epression was. I couldn't tell if she was mad at me or anything. "I'm sorry," I said. I knew that wouldn't cover it, but I didn't know what else to say.
Then my mother wrote something that made me shudder with sobs and drop down on the floor.
"It's okay."