3...2...1... COOK!

She stretched as she awoke. The same absurd time, 5:30 am. She took the quickest shower she possibly could, brushing her teeth in it and washing her hair. She dried her hair quickly , then she looked at the time. 6:01 am. Crap! she was late. she hadn't even gotten dressed yet. She put on a long flowing blue dress to match her eyes. It was a sleeveless dress, and the waist and neckline was adorned with diamonds. the skirt part was simple to contrast with fancy top part. It was plain, except for the white embroidered roses along the bottom of it. It had no ruffles, it was just long and flat. She couldn't believe that this was casual wear for Arcus. Well, that's what you get when you're a god. put on a gold necklace that she had borrowed from Arcus, then she tied her hair up into a beautiful bun. A small braid was wrapped around it's base, and no hair tie was seen because of the braid. The bobby pins blended perfectly into her hair. Why was she dressing up so fancily? You might ask. Well that day was a cook off, and she must look perfect for it. Great, it was 6:30 by now. It'd be fine, she was sure that they wouldn't be too mad. She walked in to the kitchen, and sat down.

"How dare y-" Arcum cut himself off when he saw her.

She saw him blush the glance away. She was confused why everybody was staring at her.

"Did I do something to offend you guys?" Crysanthe said, confused why they were staring at her.

"No, you did nothing wrong." Ditis said, the god of night and day spoke up, then blushed.

"Umm, can you stop staring at me it's making me uncomfortable." At her words everybody stopped staring and resumed eating.

They're probably playing a prank on me or something. She thought to herself.

We're not. A voice said in her head.

Ahh who are you? She asked in her head.

I am Angere, the goddess of mind reading. The voice talked back

So umm Angere, why does everybody's name seem to originate from latin? Like your name is Angere, mind in latin is animo and read in latin is legere, your name is a combination of the two. But all the trainees names are normal, why is that?

Because once you become a real god, your name changes. For example, because you're a nature and flying type, you would most likely be called Flosi, but you can keep your name Crysanthe if you choose. Angere explained in her head.

So, what was your original name?

Veida.

What was Arcus's, I'm really curious on this one because I share a room with her.

Oh, hers was Dawn, and her twin brother's was Delany, there two names inspired by light and dark. Angere answered.

Thanks, the conversation was fun, but can you please leave my head now.

After her words she felt a strange feeling, like a thing was walking out of her head. Perhaps it was Angere, either way she felt relieved.

"Attention! I have an announcement, the cook off is starting, we are making cakes, also no dream leaf is aloud!" Arcum and Arcus announced together.

She ran to her station to start. She was going to make a Black Forest cake. She measured out all the ingredients and made the batter. Not much time had passed. She put into the oven and set the bake time. She now had to make the frosting. She used beats to naturally dye it red, but the other ingredients would cover up the taste of beats. The icing was ready soon, but her station was a mess. Crysanthe set it aside and started working on the chocolate icing that she would use to top of the cake. She didn't make much, so it took even less time than the red icing. Crysanthe put the chocolate icing in a piping bag. She could now work on the caramel shards that she would crush up and add over the chocolate icing. She added it to the freezer for it to freeze, and she then took the cake out. She stacked the three tiers of cake on each other, then applied the red icing. The icing looked impeccable. She piped little chocolate icing swirls around the borders of all three tiers. She washed the cherries and filled in the middle of the top tier with them. By now the caramel had frozen, and she encountered a problem. The caramel was stuck to the ziplock bag. She was left with no choice but to peal the bag off. She now had to put it in a new ziplock bag to crush it up with a hammer. Don't ask how she acquired it in the kitchen. She was able to crush it into a fine powder to apply to the chocolate swirls. The cake was now finished with thirty seconds left on the clock! And take note, Crysanthe did all this without getting a single spec on her clothing.