Clover POV

After Mrs. Hattie’s History and Religion class had ended, I immediately went into the bathroom, while everyone else went to lunch. When I entered, no one was there. I leaned up against the sink and stared at myself in the mirror. When I was answering Mrs. Hattie’s question about Christianity, I had felt nauseous and a headache came on. I slipped my bag off my shoulders and dropped it on the ground. I studied myself in the mirror, staring at my blue-grey eyes and long wavy blonde hair. Something had happened in the class…. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. Then, my stomach all of a sudden started to hurt, as if someone had punched it. I doubled over and groaned. The headache and nausea came back. I backed up against the tiled wall and tried to take deep breaths.

This didn’t feel normal.

I slid down the tiled wall and sat on the ground. I leaned my head against the wall and slowly breathed in, then out.

In… out

In… out

In..-

I was cut off by another gut wrenching feeling. I groaned and bent over, clutching my stomach and head.

“Clove?” I turned quickly and saw Jaycie looking down at me with worry, “Are.. you okay?” I tried to put on a brave smile, but the feeling hit me again. I bent over and Jaycie knelt next to me, a hand on my shoulder. “Clover! What’s wrong?” I took a deep breath,

“I-I don’t know… Ugh…” I clutched my stomach tighter. Jaycie put one of my arms around her shoulders and helped me up.

“It’s okay Clove… Hold on.” She picked up my bag and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I had completely changed. My skin was a pale green color, my eyes looked dull, almost colorless, and my hair looked whiter.

“Clover, stay with me… come on…” Jaycie said, hefting my backpack onto her shoulder. My eyes were starting to close on their own and I was slow to respond.

“O-Okay…” I said, as she helped me out into the hallway. Jaycie reached into her pocket and pulled out a small ziploc bag. Inside, small squares, like lemon bars, were concealed. My eyes widened.

“No!” I exclaimed, which hurt, “don’t feed me any ambrosia!” Jaycie looked at me with shock.

“How did you know it was ambrosia?” she asked, opening the bag anyway. I shook my head,

“I-I can’t tell… Ugh…” The pain began to get worse, spreading through my whole body, as if it were racing through my blood. Jaycie turned me to face her.

“Clover, I need to know how you know about ambrosia.” I looked at her and said,

“I.. I was a demigod… not anymore…” Jaycie almost dropped the ziploc bag. She seemed to study me closer.

“How…? How is that possible? How are you not a demigod anymore?” I gripped the silver necklace around my neck and said,

“This necklace was given to me by Leo Valdez! I was his girlfriend! I had to leave because Rick Riordan told me it wasn’t safe! I used the mist to change my DNA, my life, and erase all memory of me at camp! The ambrosia won’t wo-Aaah!” I gripped my head, and was about to fall to my knees, but Jaycie held me up. She took out a piece of ambrosia and said,

“Clove, I’m sorry, but this is the best I can help.” She stuffed the lemon bar in my mouth and my body began to feel warm. I grit my teeth, ready for the intense heat, but… nothing happened. My body relaxed and the pain slowly faded away. I exhaled and opened my eyes. I looked down at my body and examined my hands.

“How..?” I asked myself, touching my hair. Jaycie exhaled and stuffed the ziploc bag into my pocket.

“You might need that later.” she said. I looked at her with disbelief.

“How did you know it would work?” Jaycie shrugged.

“I didn’t.” I made an ‘o’ shape with my mouth and took my bag off of Jaycie’s shoulder.

“Thanks for helping- wait,” I said, freezing. “How do you know about demigods?” I reached into my pocket and gripped my mechanical pencil. Jaycie smiled sadly and kicked off her shoe. The inside was full of styrofoam, except for a circular shaped hole, where her foot… well, hoof, went. I gasped,

“You’re a satyr?! I thought there were only male satyrs!” Jaycie shook her head.

“I’m a rare case. My mom was a wind spirit and my dad was a satyr. As you can see, I am more like my dad.” She smirked, then put her shoe back on. I patted her head, which probably was pretty rude, but I was so wrapped up in my thoughts to care. (I know… call me mean…)

“How come you don’t have horns?” I asked, feeling around in her hair, which probably felt weird. Jaycie smirked.

“Only males have horns. Do I look like a male?” I blushed,

“Sorry… That was an awkward question..” Jaycie shrugged, her mouth lifting into a smile,

“It’s fine. I actually get it a lot. Anyway, I think you should go to the office to call your mom or dad to come get you. The ambrosia probably won’t last long.” I nodded and hugged Jaycie.

“Thank you so much.” Jaycie hugged me back tightly,

“Anytime.” We let go and Jaycie said, “If you have any problems, demigod related, please come to me.” I nodded and turned to leave, but looked back and asked,

“How many demigods have you found?” Jaycie smiled.

“Two. I’m planning to escort them to camp then come back. For some reason, this school attracts a lot of demigods.” I smiled and waved. Jaycie waved back. Once I turned the corner, my smile turned into a frown.

Where did that pain come from?

Was Leo in trouble?

Was Hazel okay?

And most of all…

Why did the ambrosia work on me?