Then a wolf walked into the room. I looked up interrupted from my thoughts. She starred at me and her ears twitched. How did I know she was a she? I can honestly say I don't know...just felt it.

Her ears twitched even more, I didn't understand what she was saying but I knew she was trying to convey a message of some type. I just starred at her, she growled. YOUR NOT LOOKING HARD ENOUGH IDIOT! She suddenly said.

I jumped up in surprise. No way had I just understood that wolf.

You learn quickly young one, she said. Then she just padded away, like nothing had happened. Now most people would run away from the big scary wolf, me? I followed it.

I walked up beside her.

"Please, tell me who I am." I almost begged.

I know of you and your victories. I know who you are. I am also forbidden from telling you.

"Oh, but-" I started.

Quiet child. I shall have you branded and moved into you cabin.

"That guy, Gwen I think, said I would have to be claimed if I wanted to be branded and I wouldn't be claimed unless I proved myself." I said, slightly confused.

You already proved yourself. You may not remember but you have.

She stopped in her tracks, we were outside a forge and the was a burning hammer above it.

"Hepheastus." I mutter.

I see the word, Eta in my mind and a small hand brushing over it.

My eyes burnt and I started feeling dizzy.

The wolf growled and a tall well built boy ran over.

Neptune...and... she looked at me, 5 lines.

"Neptune?" he looked at me as if sizing me up, "He looks like Bobby." He grumbled.

I sighed, "You are the second person to tell me that!"

Just do it. Lupa growled.

I was dragged into the forge by the man. He pushed me onto a seat and shoved a cloth in my mouth.

"Shut your eyes." He demanded.

So I did, instantly plunged into darkness.

He grunted as if he had picked something up. "This going to hurt."

Yeah, sure.

Something pushed against my skin, on my bare arms. I could tell it was hot but it didn't hurt.

It pressed again 5 more times, but no pain came. He had told me it would hurt...why wasn't it?

"Done." the boy mumbled.

"Uh...what exactly have you done..um...what's you name?"

He looked at me like I was mad then said, "Peter Cooper, Son of Vulcan, Commander of the Forges and Vulcan's cabin. Also I am probably one of the most laid back guy's here," He added in a hushed voice and said, "but noooo-one can know that. Capiche? I have a rep to protect."

I looked at him and asked again, "What did you exactly do?"

"Ha! You are the first person I have met in a long time with a sense of humour. Check your arm."

I did. On it was a red burn that was slowly turning black. It was a horse with 5 lines underneath.

"Why didn't it hurt?" I asked.

Peter shrugged, "I dunno, but that will never leave...so get used to it." He started walking away muttering, "Why does he look some much like Bobby?"

I couldn't help but think so many people where leaving me today.

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