Athena sat in the medicine room quietly. The blazing look of red in her eyes had gone. They were mossy green all over again. But a sense of panic lingered in her heart. She knew something had happened.
Something that scared every one of her friends to the roots. She saw it in their eyes. The fear. Not only for their own safety but it looked like they were more worried about her.
The bitter taste of what she could describe only as black. She had been touched by something evil. Something she recognized as her own brand of hell and somehow did not recognize it either.
All she knew was that she was drawn to it. She wanted to touch it and let it in. Make it her own. A kind of magnetic power she wanted to harness. The only thing that stopped her in that moment was him. She knew he had pulled her away from it all. Overpowered her by something other than strength. Something that was white.
