“Robin, don’t!” I screamed as he charged Atlas with a sword. Atlas snapped his fingers and was instantly in armor and holding a spear. Robin held his own for about a minute, then he got pushed back to the edge. Atlas raised his spear to deliver the final blow.
“Atlas, DON’T!” I screamed. Robin took the chance to grab his spear, but Atlas’s instincts kicked in and he pushed Robin off the cliff.
“Robin!” I screamed. Atlas ran over to me. I was crying, my grip loosening. He took up position just as I cut myself free of my chains and ran to the cliff. Robin’s body lay unmoving on a ledge thirty feet below me. I jumped down, using the shadows to soften my landing. I felt for his heartbeat. It was faint, but it was still there. I used a shadow tunnel to get to Mount Justice. I ran past everybody, to the infirmary. I lay Robin in a letto and connected wires to his chest to monitor his heartbeat. He also had a broken rib, a dislocated shoulder, a slight concussion, minor scrapes and bruises and a Slash along his arm from Atlas’s spear. I kissed his forehead as a blessing and walked out, tears streaking my cheeks. Then something weird happened: my arms started to turn red. I tried to ignore it, but they just kept getting darker and darker. I ran to my room and looked in the mirror. My arms started bubbling. I drew up some mist and threw in a drachma.
“O Iris, accept my offering” I detto “Hera, Mount Olympus”
A picture of Hera in a garden came up.
“Hera!” I called
“Sarah? What is it?” she asked when she saw the worried look on my face.
“My arms. They’re all red and bubbling!” I explained
“Ah, your metamorphosis is upon you. Do not worry, my dear. It is completely natural for a girl te age with god like powers” Hera reassured
“You detto this is a metamorphosis. Does that mean there are più stages?” I asked
“Yes. According to my list…” she detto as a lista popped into her hands “The successivo stage is scales along your legs. After that, te will have spikes grow from your cheeks, then finally, te will have dragon fly wings spout from your back. Then, your metamorphosis will be complete” she smiled sunnily
“How long will that take?” I asked
“Four days” she replied. If I could be più terrified, I would. I nodded, then broke the connection. I put up a bacheca of pure darkness around my room, then curled into a ball. I could never leave my room again. I was a freak. A mistake. An unnatural thing. I would never see anyone ever again. I would never feel the sun on my skin, the sand between my toes, the waves pounding my body. Most importantly, I would never again see my family. My new family: the gods and goddess’ of Mount Olympus, and the team.