Wait, What?

A/N: Okay, the winner of the age-guessing contest is... FINNEGAN GRACE LIGHTWOOD! My actual age is 11 (didn't see THAT coming, did you?) but I'm turning 12 in November, I'm in the 7th grade, and my real name is Jenna. I ain't giving you my full name. I'm not THAT dumb. Okay, here's the chapter! Short one this time, sorry.

Finn's POV:
My hands shake.

Okay, Finn. Let's try this again. My mind coaches itself as I finally go full form.

I look in the mirror. The woman I see... isn't me. It is, but it isn't. The woman I see is adorned in
gold bracelets and a white V-neck dress. My bow and quiver are strapped to my back with silver bands. Around my head, a silver flower crown sits, just tight enough to be noticed. My green eyes have a certain glint to them, as if I could be even more dangerous.

The goddess Finnegan. I think. I could live with that.

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