Amon blinked wearily as the first rays from the rising sun hit her eyes , her neck sore from having slept against the barred window in the cell she had been left in, a stone block with spartan theme, until she was to  be transferred. She had fallen asleep watching the celebrations of humans outside. She couldn't be sure what they had been celebrating, but she had seen from her years on earth that humans seemed to need little reason to celebrate, always ready to languish in their abundance, but there had been such colors that night, bright flashes in the sky that literally screamed for attention and yet disappeared as quickly as they showed themselves. It had been one of very few treats in the last few weeks she'd  had. 

     Amon had been prepared for death, like all who hunt must be, and had indeed expected it to come someday, although many decades down the line if she had a say. When one goes after herd creatures, one is tempting retribution with every meal. Amon's eyes narrowed at that thought, how proud she had been, believing she was ready to face death. However the humans of this world had turned out to react differently once they'd figured out the perpetrator to the rising body count. They had laid a trap for the trickster, and once they had caught her, they denied her the hunters death she had prepared for. Instead they asked questions,  wanted to know why, where, and who, all sacred answers to one of her kind, so tightly did they hold knowledge that been theirs alone.

     Amon's eyes soften at the next thought,  a shame entering them as the memories continue to recollect themselves unbidden. She was still young by her kinds standards, and when they offered the chance at survival, that base instinct overrode her pride, and like any animal, she gave away all they asked for. Then the men from home had  come, she could smell the magic, the power, coming off of them, and they learned of her abilities, saying it was necessary to evaluate her skills if she was to be taken to this school they offered as an alternative to execution, servitude instead,  in the races glorious battle to protect the lands. He even had her open her orb, allowing him access to her mana stores. He had seemed impressed by the amount of mana in there. He appeared to have gained all the information he wished from her,  and had spoken to those holding her.

     Afterwards there had been words outside some quiet, others rather loud she could tell it was the wardens then, she had apparently gotten his son in her circuit before they had caught her, the memory at retelling the taste to him when they'd brought her in bringing a smirk to her lips.

     Amon scratched at the new accessory she had been given, a simple black leather choke wrapped around her neck, the device they believed they would control her with. They wanted the monsters to fight the monsters. Well if they wanted a monster, she'd be more than happy to give it to them,  but it would be the kind they feared lived under their beds, the ones that would attack when they were defenseless. She would not soon forget how they had taken knowledge, prey, and her freedom from her, all things came with a price, and if they were willing to take they must give as well.

     With this happy thought in her head, Amon smirked shooting off of the seat and gathering the supplies they had given her to start school, 9 tails whipping into a frenzy behind her as she thought of what the future might yet still hold, ears catching the sound of wings flapping in the distance, claws scrapping the ground, and what sounded like an armed escort coming her way. It would take vast amounts of patience and waiting for a chance to appear with such restrictions on her, but that would be nothing new to a hunter who had stalked prey before. 

     But for now, she would be that perfect little schoolgirl they wanted to turn her into.