WARNING: This will be the most weirdest chapter in The Equestrian Anathema! And don't get any funny ideas along the way, either. I think you all know what anathema means: a curse or a denouncement. This is the chapter where my mind originally plotted it.

December 16

Nathan's POV

As soon as the pegasus landed on the ground, I immediately slumped off like I'd just been giving a shot that makes my entire body jittery. Jennifer jumped off like she just had a heck of a time up there.

"I never want to do that again," I said, still shaken up from acrophobia.

"You'll get used to it," Jennifer said, "All half-bloods do."

Without warning, the conch horn sounded for dinner. I didn't realize how late it was until now, considering that the sky was bright orange with dark silver-lined clouds dotting in several places. I started walking when Jennifer caught up with me.

"What's your last name again?" she asked. Curiosity can kill a cat.

"Boone," I replied. Then she gasped like she just realized something and then she darted ahead of me without an answer. Chiron, in centaur form, was standing in the middle of the pavilion while campers gathered around him.

He raised his hand for silence, "Tonight, dinner will be held at the campfire for a special occasion," he glanced at Percy whose face turned white as a ghost. Then all the campers started rushing towards the bonfire. Percy and I were the only ones trailing behind.

"Sucks to be you, huh?" I asked him.

"Yep," he said, "and proud of it."

I dropped the subject once we entered the pavilion and split directions. He went to the center where Chiron was standing next to the blue fifteen gallon jug of water with a tube attached at the top of it. As for me, I went over to sit up top of the bleachers where no one else was sitting.

"When your ready, Percy," Chiron said. Then he walked out of the pavilion towards the Big House... probably for another boring game of pinochle. Everyone held their breaths and leaned in while Percy nervously grabbed the tube nervously. I leaned back and set my arms on the step above me. This will be a sight to see, I thought.

Michael muttered to one of his friends about something "wrong" but I ignored him and watched Percy stick the tube in his mouth. His face scrunched together and held thumbs up. Jason, who was standing at the entrance, started pumping the pump (umm?).

I closed my eyes and held my head back against the step, not wanting to see what happens next. It just felt weird to me and don't ask why. Opening my eyes again, I saw the first star that peeked over the midnight-blue sky. Well, it's not exactly a star, it's the planet Venus. The moon was full and lit up the darkness. Over the silence, someone started chanting "CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" and others came in afterwards.

My eyesight shifted over to Jason who was pumping with one hand. He took out a small vial filled with a red substance and chanted something in Ancient Greek. I leaned in closer to get a better view of what he was doing. And what he was doing was not a good thing at all. Michael pushed through some campers in the bleachers and ran over to Jason. They seemed to be arguing over the vial when Michael dumped the substance over the pump.

Jason stopped pumping, "He's done!"

Cheers erupted and people started to crowd around Percy who succeeded in chugging down fifteen gallons of water. He was truly a son of Poseidon. All I did was sit in the bleachers.

Percy's POV

I couldn't even describe what I was going through at the time. After the camp stopped congratulating me, satyrs filed in with plates of barbecue and I could swear that my mouth was already drooling. But for some strange reason, I started to feel a tingly sensation in the pit of my stomach.

Everyone loaded their plates and burnt sacrifices in the bonfire except me. I was miserably sitting in the bleachers and watching everyone else eat my favorite food. After several minutes, my eyesight started to blur. A wave of nausea rolled over me. I immediately stood and walked out of the pavilion.

A few steps before I'd reached my cabin, I looked back at the brightness caused by the bonfire. Suddenly, pain erupted in my stomach and I clutched it. I guess that fifteen gallons really got to me because my mind was rolling like crazy and getting a major headache. Worse than the one I had this morning.

I opened the Poseidon cabin's door. My right hand was clutching my stomach and the other was grasping the doorway. Unfortunately, I tripped on the way in and the pain spread to my neck. Steam sizzled from my hands and up my arms. I could feel my forehead burning up like I'm being deep-fried in a microwave. My legs felt like molten lead.

"Oh gods..." I moaned. I couldn't believe this was happening. Someone must have jinxed that water jug. Then I heard a sickening CRAACK and realized it was my knees.

"AAAAAGH!"

Nathan's POV

A bone-rattling scream bellowed from the cabin area and quieted the people around the campfire. I stopped chewing on my s'more.

"What was that?" Jason asked. You very well know what, idiot, I thought. I ran down the bleachers and some other kids started to follow. Before I left the pavilion, I turned to look at the people following me.

"I can do this by myself, people," I said.

"Aren't you afraid of monsters?" Michael teased. Kids started snickering.

"Shut up. Have you even seen me in a sword fight before?"

"You probably hit like a girl."

Jason burst out laughing, "Or... too scared to even swing!"

"You don't want to see me in a fight," I warned, walking towards the cabin area.

Michael and Jason followed me while the rest stayed behind to tend the bonfire. I kept my fists balled as the tension inside me grew.

Then I heard Michael whisper to Jason, "Freak show over here is being a—"

I stopped in my tracks, "What did you call me?"

"Oops, I guess I just lost my desert privilege again," Jason said. Suddenly, the screams became louder. I tore across the cabin area as quick as a panther and flew open the door of the Poseidon cabin. What I saw next was so overwhelming that I could've fainted right there. On the floor was Percy's helpless body. Steam was sizzling off his skin. As for his arms, elbows, knees, and legs, well... they were inverted.

I turned to Jason and yelled at his face, "What did you do to him?!"

"Happy late April Fool's!" he laughed. I raised my fist and knocked him cold.

"I'll get you for that, punk!" Michael tried to grab me but I sidestepped and tripped him with my foot. Impulsiveness took me over and I grabbed Michael by the shirt collar, lifting him up to my face.

"Σκεφτείτε ότι μπορείτε να καλέσετε τα ονόματα μου; Σκέψου ξανά!" I said and then left Michael there to look inside the Poseidon cabin. Percy was still clutching his stomach but something was totally wrong. His spine was longer and his face looked hurt and deformed. It—it looked like... a horse?

Translation: Think that you can call me names? Think again!

Oh no! Percy turned into a horse!

HAPPY LATE APRIL FOOL'S! ^_^