Now I know how a caged animal feels.

By the next day or being cooped up in the cabin, I was lying on the bed, anxiety eating away at me and I wanted to pace to get it out, but I couldn't, my leg was still in bad shape. Kayla, a daughter of Apollo, told me that the bone was held and the skin on both wounds were closing in and healing, but said I couldn't move for another day.

Now you know how I feel, The Voice grumbled.

I don't care, I hissed silently and gazed around, looking for something to do. I threw the sheet off of me and twisted my body around, using my left arm to turn me. Once my feet were dangling off the edge, I slowly slide down, putting weight on my right leg before putting less weight on my left. Bracing myself for the pain, I stood, my eyes squeezed shut, left fist clenched, and I bit my bottom lip.

There was a sharp pain that shot through my left leg, but it changed into a durable throbbing. I glanced down at my leg to make sure the bandages were okay and then check the ones on my right arm. They were fine, thank God, so I limped forward toward the cabin door, not caring if I got caught.

Pushing open the door and limping onto the porch, I hobbled over to the railing and rested my arms on it, staring out in awe at the camp. Pegasi flew through the air, campers riding them. A light frost covered the ground, yet further out toward the pine with a gold bath mat and a pile of purple cables wrapped around the tree, which I found extremely odd, snow piled everywhere.

I narrowed my eyes in confusion, wondering how in the world there was only a light frost in camp.

"I see that you're doing okay, child," a calm, gentle voice spoke and I tensed, whipping my head toward the side, eyes narrowed as I focused in on a man riding a white horse.

My eyes widened as I realized that I was looking at a centaur, not some dude riding a horse. "Umm," I whispered, scooting to the side.

He chuckled and soothed, "It's alright, child. I am Chiron. And you are Amunet, correct?"

"Yeah," I spoke, eyeing him suspiciously. "Can I help you with anything?"

He smiled, brown eyes twinkling, seeming ancient. "Would you like to see the camp?"

"Yeah!" I chirped, shuffling toward him excitedly. Chiron smiled and watched carefully as I shambled down the stairs and next to him.

"Do you need to sit on my back?"

"Naw, it's okay," I replied, tensing inwardly, not wanting to show weakness.

Finally, the Voice purred. You're doing something right.

Thanks… I think. I flaccidly followed him toward cabins forming in the Greek symbol, omega.

xXx

By the time lunch rolled around, I was back in the medical cabin, exhausted. But I sat in a chair then lie in bed because I was getting tired of the same bed every day and night. I peaked out of the window and watched as kids raced by toward the dinning pavilion, and I swear I a moving table dart through the trees in the forest and disappearing.

I blinked, surprised. A moving table? I don't remember that in any mythology…

The Voice sighed and muttered, Yeah well, this camp isn't exactly normal.

For once, you got something that I agree on.

Really? Then just let me take over…

No! Never in a million years!

The Voice hissed at me but fell silent, which was nice for a change. Yawning, I rested my chin on the chair top and closed my eyes.

xXx

I jolted awake to a long howl that came from outside. Peaking out, I realized that is was dark and saw the lights in all the cabins, except for Artemis' Cabin. Shouts were heard as campers flooded out, some wearing armor over their pajamas while others just wore their night clothes.

What are you waiting for? The Voice demanded as I felt the thing swirl in my mind. Show them what you can do! There's a full moon out tonight! Come on, you can do it!

Fine, but if they hate me, I blame you. I stood and shambled quickly out of the cabin, doing an awkward sprint after the demigods. The moonlight shown down, turning the outline of everything a gleaming silver, and I felt power surge through my, giving me new strength. I don't know why, but whenever I went outside during the night that held the moon, I felt new energy fill me and my senses felt sharper at night then during the day.

Come on, the Voice urged. You can do it, just give in, change.

For you, no. For the other one, yes. I replied and winced, still stumbling awkwardly. I winced because my body was morphing. My face narrowed and elongated, my back bending down until it was straight, my arms and legs hitting the ground as they changed their shape so it was more comfortable. My clothes changed into course, auburn fur as a tail sprouted from my back.

Curling my lips back into a snarl, I raced on, more fluidly then before as I charged through the ocean of campers who were shouting in alarm and in confusion, unsure if they should attack me or keep focused on their enemy. Pushing past them, I rushed out of the swarm of demigods and saw a large, angry hellhound on top of a hill, snarling, glaring down at us.

Didn't Chiron say that there's a magical boundary that kept monsters out? I asked the Voice, but got no response, which was never like him. Ignoring the strange behavior, I flashed toward the hellhound, baring my fangs and snarling back in response.

It fixed its gaze on me and howled threateningly, but I didn't care. I wanted, needed, to fight it. Parting my jaws, I responded with a war howl and it pushed forward, causing us to clash.

I snarled, clawing and biting as it did the same to me, trying to get to my healing wounds, but I yanked away before it could chomp down. I snapped my jaws at it, darting around the bulky figure, eyes flashing as I chomped down and tore away fur. It howled in rage and bowled into me, pinning me down, aiming for my throat.

My head shot up, as swift as a viper's, and I sank my teeth deep into its throat, biting down as ichor, golden blood, bubbled and sprayed out. It snapped its jaws, struggling from my grasp as I pressed down harder, harder, experimenting if monsters would die from the lack of oxygen like any animal or person would.

As if my wish was granted, the 'hound exploded into dust, covering me in it. I shakily rolled over and stood to my paws, raising my head and facing the sea of demigods, all who had shocked faces. That's when I saw that the ground around me was glowing stronger with silver. Tilting my head, I saw a small full moon floating over my back, a bow in front of the floating moon, the string strained, pulled back, and arrow notched in place. Looking back down, I saw them bowing, and I frowned, confused.

The Voice didn't offer me any explanation, but Chiron did as he bellowed, "All hail Amunet Graves, daughter of Artemis."

I was listening to 'Greatest Battle Music Of All Times – Heart of Courage' and 'Greatest Battle Music Of All Times – To Glory' which really helped me write this chapter. :3

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