Kath was right, but it was way worse than she thought.
Before the sun broke through the peaks of the mountains, she had been served hot oatmeal mixed with wild berries and assorted nuts, three slices of fresh bread slathered with cottage cheese, scrambled eggs, and a towering glass of fresh goat’s milk. At first, she thought there must have been some big mistake; that Athena could not possibly expect her to eat all of the food given to her. But the goddess slammed the door to her room open and made a show of setting an alarm of thirty minutes, during which time she should have eaten every speck and drop on her plate or else…
The consequences Athena spoke of were vague but the threat and implication of regret were there. Kath was suppressing the urge to vomit by the time her uniform, the
