Catastrophe

It's been a year since I was brought into this world. The first half of the year I spent with Artemis training myself and my abilities. While I was training, I discovered that I had a human transformation. It was considerably weaker than my wolf form, but it would let me blend into society far easier than before. I was still very eye-catching with grey hair, silver eyes that glowed in the dark, and a lean muscular body that would put modern athletes to shame. Other than my human form, I could also feel another's aura which was useful for identifying the demigods' godly parents. I could also manipulate the energy of the moon to make constructs like a bow and arrow that were just as effective at killing monsters as Celestial Bronze.

The next half a year, I spent at the camp just hanging around dealing with some of the bigger threats that the campers couldn't handle themselves. I discovered while I was at the camp that Troy had already fallen, so I had an idea of where and when I was in Ancient Greece. Getting off the bed I was laying on, I started looking around the tent that I was in before grabbing a shirt and leaving. Walking around the camp I greeted all the demigods that I knew and met some that I didn't know before heading to the residence of Chiron.

"Chiron, are you there?" I yelled after entering before trying to listen for a response. Hearing no response, I started looking around all the rooms until I finally found him talking to some of the senior campers with a grim look on his face.

"What's happening," I asked Chiron, "and why do you look constipated? Do you need medicine? I can ask one of the healers to help with that if you want."

"Sit down Lycanos," Chiron demanded, "this is serious. Some of the campers that were out exploring found an army of monsters marching towards the camp right now."

With a confused look, I sat down and looked at the table we were sitting around. Looking at it closer, I saw that it was a war table and there were little figures placed all around it. Chiron told me that the white flag represented the camp and the red flags represented the monsters.

"There are only a dozen or flags," I said, "what's the problem?"

"Each of those flags represents at least a hundred enemies Lycanos."

Sitting back down, I closed my eyes thinking back at what I did to deserve this.