I feel my mouth. Yeah, that's not good. I spit out the blood. I brush myself off. Were my hands shaking? Impossible. Robin Goodfellow is not one to piss in his pants. However, that vision of the past... was hard to swallow.

"Puck, are you alright?" Nyx pulls her hood back.

"I'm fine." I brush my mouth.

"Fine? Are you sure? I haven't seen you bleed in more than a hundred years." Ash says.

"Hey, this is just a scratch ice boy." I point out.  

I wipe my mouth. 

"More on the problem, there's definitely something heckle going on." I say.

"What did you see Puck?" Nyx grabs my arm. 

I look at her.

"Well... I'm not entirely sure to be completely one hundred precent honest- I saw a monster. I saw of wolf and snake combined. It was like a whole new Hydra. Believe me I've faced the hydra and it's tough either way." I say.

"So... what does this mean?" Nyx asks.

I bite my lip.

"I wish I could tell you both but..." I look down

Those eyes. Those golden eyes like golden coins. Those eyes had this blood loss and chaos look like the old Robin Goodfellow.  It looked so familiar, but I've been around on this earth for quite a long time. I can't place what I have seen in those early years of my... childhood. I have forgotten it all. Yet, starring at those wolf heads and the shadowy hunter, makes my mind open a lost door. A door I thought I buried. A door I thought I had sealed for good. Yet now the knob is turning. A stab of fear bursts through me. I jump.

"Puck, what is it?" Ash asks.

"I... I got to go." I transform into a raven.