The next morning, she was shaken awake by Caitlyn. “I need your help.” She insisted. She held out a small tube of hair bleach and a tube of gold hair-dye.

Amy rubbed her eyes and almost jump out of her skin when she didn’t see her bedroom. The events of the past day had been so outlandish, she’d been hoping they were just a dream. But, staring at the empty bed across from her, she knew it was all true.

She looked up at Caitlyn, noticing that her brothers were also in the room. “What’s this about?”

“We’re a family.” Henry stated. “But here, everyone says your family is who your Godparent is.”

Caitlyn scrunched up her face in disgust. “One of the girls on my floor even had the gall to call me a liar. She said there must have been a mix-up and I was the child of Ares while Henry was the child of Hephaestus.”

Amy knew there was more to the story, and she wasn’t looking forward to hearing it. “What did you do?”

“I said ‘Really? Can a child of Ares do this?’’” She tossed the bleach into her other hand and snapped her fingers. Flames erupted instantly.

Yale jumped forward and grabbed the hair-dye from her. “Careful! This stuff’s flammable!”

The fire went out and Caitlyn apologized. “So, we want to show that we’re still a family. And Yale had this cool idea to dye our hair the same colour.”

“No.” Amy said flatly.

Caitlyn nodded. “We figured you’re say that. So Henry suggested we just do a streak of gold in our hair.” She drew a line down her chocolatey hair. “Sound good?”

Amy bit her lip. She didn’t like the idea of dying her hair, but she’d be lying if she told them she didn’t feel like she was losing her family. “Just a little stripe.” She agreed.

Caitlyn squealed with delight and handed her the bleach. “First, we need to lighten the area.”

Following directions from Yale, they sat in a circle on the floor and dyed each other’s hair. When they were done and showered, Amy had to admit, it looked cool. “We’re a family.” She confirmed, pulling them into a group hug.

The moment was ruined when Caitlyn’s stomach growled. “Sorry.” She said, blushing.

In response, Henry’s stomach growled, followed by Yale’s. They fell into a fit of laughter. “Breakfast time.” Amy declared, ushering them out of the room.

As she closed the door, her eyes landed on the paper on her desk. We’ll be fine. She decided. What are the chances a single person could fend of an army of monsters?