Athena had poured over her occult books, trying to find some explanation for what was happening, but it all came to nothing. She couldn't find anything that would explain any of this. Frustrated, she sighed, then grabbed another book. That was strange. It was a children's book. What was that doing on her bookshelf?
She looked at it for a few moments, finding it oddly familiar. Hadn't she read this in middle school? She put it back on the shelf and pulled off another book...another children's book. They were all children's fantasy books....the sort Athena herself might have read when she was younger. But her shelves were full of real occult books now....or they had been. She searched through the shelves, finding more and more of children's books mixed in with her occult books. She pulled another one off. This one was only published two years ago....she was certain she couldn't have read it.
She tried to focus, to clear her mind. But it was as if, the more she tried to fight what was going on, the more it fought back.
"Athena," she heard her mother call. "Is that you upstairs? Why aren't you in school?"
