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Chapter 2: Apparently Centaurs Don't Wear Pants Ughh… where am I? I'm in an infirmary room… I turned my head to the left. wait a minute. I looked out the window and there were people in orange t-shirts and armor. A man with his bottom half of his body as a horse walks into the room. “ Hey, how do you feel?” Who are you? I asked. “Im chiron” the horse-man said, his voice calm and resonant, like a professor who’d seen it all. He trotted closer, his hooves clicking rhythmically against the wooden floor. “And you, Atlas, are in a place where ‘the ground opening up’ isn’t just a bad dream.” I stared at his lower half, my brain struggling to process the sleek white flanks of a stallion where a pair of khakis should be. “A centaur,” I whispered, the word feeling dusty in my throat. “You’re a real centaur.” Chiron offered a small, tired smile. “I prefer the term Activities Director. You’ve had a rough transition. The Mist—the veil that hides our world from humans—usually prevents mortals from seeing things like earth tremors or monsters, which is why your principal only saw a boy falling and blamed you. At that moment I heard the door open.
