It was close to evening when finally, I felt the first twinge of a hunger pang in my stomach. I was so caught off guard that I mistook it for an ache at first, but I swiftly recognized it after a moment of pondering. I couldn’t believe I had nearly forgotten the sensation already. Was the influence of the ambrosia and nectar so strong? It alarmed me that they could have altered my body so profoundly.
But then again, I supposed that this was my truest, most natural state. Ares had said it himself that my divine heritage allowed me to consume both without dying for it. They had rid me of the scent of mortality he had spoken of so disparagingly, too.
That time seemed so far away all of a sudden, I thought, when he had first made me eat and drink from the Cornucopia. Just a muddle of confuse
