Hey guys, I know it's not my usual Harry Potter, but I've started to get anxious. I'm going to start to try to write a new chapter for both each week, so please keep reading! I'm sorry if you're not a Percy Jackson fan and only like Harry Potter, but seriously! Try it! And I'm sorry if you guys get pissed at me. But remember- Harry Potter is still a go!

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I woke with a start, my breathing heavy. I sat up on my bead, my heart beating like a drum. I felt my forehead- I was sweating. I placed my head on top of my knees, wondering what had just happened.

Usually, I'm not the dreamer type. Even if I do get dreams I can never remember half the details, which most of the times results in me getting really mad. And trust me- you do not want to get me mad. It never ends well. But right now there was nothing else I wanted in the world than to forget what I just dreamed- or forget what I just saw.

My dream started normally, for a dream I guess. I was standing in an old destroyed building, most of the walls and the celling parts were surrounded by my feet. The place looked like no one had lived there in years, but it smelled of roses, like it had been freshly Ferbrezed. Maybe it was the creepy feeling the place gave me, or the way the left over celling looked like it was about to crash on top of me, but I left the little building quickly.

The sky opened above me as I walked into a meadow and I breathed in fresh air, which, in Manhattan, was not something you breathe regularly. I found myself getting drifting farther and farther away from the building -which I realized, was actually a little house- wanting to explore. But every time I took a step I felt like I was doing something wrong, like I shouldn't leave. But I was just so… enchanted.

When I couldn't see the house anymore I knew something was wrong. The wind stopped. The flowers drooped. Clouds cover the sun now, blocking the light from shining. I immediately started to feel uneasy, like something was wrong.

"Nicole Summers," a clear voice came from behind me. I turned around sharply, but no one was there.

"Nicole Summers, do not be afraid, I mean you no harm."

Ya, easy for the voice to say, it was invisible. It was more like he was saying, 'You can't hurt me but I can hurt you so stop moving.'

"Where are you?" I shouted half-heartedly, hoping I was aiming at the right place. That was when I saw it.

It was a glass stature of a man, that I was sure of. I hadn't noticed it because half of his body was covered by bushes. The man was so well crafted that I could have sworn it was breathing. I took a step closer, examining the stature more closely. There was something inside the stature… shapes? No, lungs. Bones. Intestines. The freaken statue was alive.

Gross.

"I guess now you see me… clearly, I suppose," he said, laughing at his own joke. I didn't move.

"Ah," he said, letting out a sigh, "Not in the mood for jokes, Nicole?"

"What do you want?" I asked, taking a step away from him, "How do you know my name?"

The glass man didn't move, which I was thankful for. I didn't want to know what else was see through on his bottom half. But just to be sure he wouldn't move, I didn't take another step back.

"I only want what is rightfully mine," he said, his voice soft and sugar coated. I knew something wasn't right about this guy, but I immediately felt calmer when he spoke to me. He maybe me feel like I was just having a normal conversation with someone, and not talking to some creepy glass man who was not wearing any cloths.

"I don't have anything of yours, and even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you," I said, trying to act more confident than I felt. Unfortunately, it worked, and the glass man's expression hardened.

"Give me the gift, child," he said, his soft voice abandoned, "And I will return your father."

That got my attention. I suddenly felt frozen to the spot as my heart beat began to quicken. I could have sworn he almost smiled at my discomfort. I was about to confront him and tell him he was lying, but before I could the man waved his hand, like he was saying hi to a long-time friend, and standing before me was a sandy haired green eyes man looking dazed and confused.. I stared at him, my tough act abandoned. I swear I should have blubbered like a baby if I wasn't so sure this was a dream.

I ran to him, my arms open, wanting to engulf him into a huge hug, but the glass man waved his hand again and he was gone. He came and gone just as quickly as he was taken. I seemed to have been running too fast because before I could stop I tripped over a tree root, landing loudly on the hard ground. I felt my body turn numb as despair flooded around my body. He was in this spot… I was so close…

I slammed the ground in frustration, "What have you don't to him?" I screamed, angry tears streaming down my face. I tried to wipe them away before I faced him, but it was no use. They kept falling.

"He can be returned to you as easily as a wave of my hand," the glass man said, mocking her, "If you give me the gift."

I turned to him, my sadness changing to anger. "I have no gift! You've come to the wrong girl! Don't you realize how stupid your being?"

Insulting the glass man was not one of my smartest ideas. His face turned bright pink- yes, pink- and he stared at me like I was a parasite.

"Foolish girl- give me what I want or your father shall parish. Be well, daughter of the moon. For now."

Then my dreamed changed. I was in a large grey room that looked almost like a library. Blue prints were spread out on the floor. I could tell this was from a while ago because there was a calendar telling me this was two months ago. A girl with blond hair and stormy grey eyes was looking at them a worried look on her face. She seemed to be in deep thought but she was interrupted by an erupt banging on the door. The girl flinched and yelled for the person to come in.

A very, very good looking boy had come in, nervously running his hand through his black hair. He was tall, about three inches taller than me, which was saying something. His green eyes were the colour of seaweed. The girl who was looking at the blue prints lit up when she saw him.

"Percy?" she said, "What's wrong?"

"Annabeth, I had a dream last night. It was about a girl-"

"You were dreaming about a girl? That's a good thing to tell your girlfriend."

"Annabeth, listen-"

The girl named Annabeth rolled her eyes. I couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed at the fact that he had a girlfriend, but it seemed neither of them could see me, so I took a step forward to hear better.

"-she's really important-"

"Yup, making me feel better."

"She's super strong-"

"I feel like one of a kind."

"Annabeth!" Percy said, embarrassed, but Annabeth just laughed. I had to admit it- she was pretty, and they did look good together.

"Oh, Percy, just tell me-" Annabeth started, but she stopped suddenly, as if just realizing something for the first time. Percy had seemed to notice this too. Suddenly, the two of them turned their heads right to where I was standing, almost as if they were sending darts at me with their eyes. I felt a shiver up my spine and then I woke up, and well, here I am.

I tried to make sense of my dream. Then again, it was just a dream. Or was it? It felt too real. I tried hard not to think of my father- scared, confused, and alone.

It happened almost two months ago, around the time the calendar in my dream said. My father was working outside our flower shop, watering the flowers. He had always watered the outside ones, because that's where he said he had met my mom. She had accidently bumped into him and he had given her a free flower saying he was sorry. He told me he hoped he would get lucky and maybe run into her again. He's been hoping for 15 years.

Well, like I was saying, my dad was watering plants one second and then the next he was gone. I had tried looking for him, but even back then I had known it was no use. He was missing. I filed a missing persons report, but the police just ignore me. Even my step mom wouldn't support me.

Ah, my lovely step mom, Laurie Johnston. Also known as my personal nightmare. My dad had married her almost a year after I was born for god knows what reasons, and now I was stuck living with a drunken show girl. Well, she looked like that, anyway. She would always wear this sparkly eye shadow on her eyes and cake makeup on like it was moisturizer, then she would put on one of her short dresses that my dad pays for and some six inch heels and voila! You had a sparkly blond bimbo.

"NICOLE!" My step mother called from down stairs, "GET DOWN HERE AND WATER THESE DAMN FLOWERS BEFORE I- Oh hello, how may I help you?" I could hear the customer's uncomfortable grumblings as I got out of bed and put on my glasses.

Compared to my step mother I was a complete opposite. Where as she lived to stand out, I lived to blend in. I would always wear a plane solid coloured-shirt with a pair of jeans and my convers, my long auburn hair tied back into a braid. It was my signature look, I could say.

Before I went down stairs I had a quick look in the mirror. I looked the same as always- my green eyes covered behind round glasses and my olive skin plane except for a splash of freckles on my nose. Now, I know what you think when you hear 'olive skin' and no, I am not super tanned. I guess you could say I have pale olive skin. Ya, that it.

And before you go jumping to conclusions again, I have perfect eye sight. The glasses were my dad's. When he first disappeared I had popped the lenses out and worn them everywhere- I don't know why, out of desperation I guess- and it just ended up becoming a habit.

I ran out my door with a dark green t-shirt on, expecting a normal day. I didn't know how wrong I was.