My story Rise of the Dreamcatchers is discontinued. I lost interest and no one was reviewing, so yeah. I also had no clue where it was going. This story on the other hand, I have completely laid out. I even know the approximate number of chapters (12). What can I say? Maple syrup is good. On with the show :)

I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS RICK RIORDAN DOES!

I. Cornfield

One year, fifty days, three hours and thirty seven minutes. Since I have last spoken. Since I have opened my mouth and let the words flow. I haven't opened my mouth since, except to eat. Not to yawn or lick my lips. Not to shout or yell or laugh. Not to smile. Always just pulling my mouth back into a crooked half smile. Not that anyone cares for the small eleven year old in the corner.

I sit in the middle of a cornfield somewhere in some state. Chiron lets me out here in the day, but when the sun begins to set, he comes and gets me. I think it belongs to Demeter. She's always been my favourite goddess because she was the only one who cared. She fed me. I wish she were my mother. But no, I have to have that immortal jerk as a dad. He calls himself a king, but he travels around looking like a caveman. King Lycaon. Yeah, the wolf dude. That's my dad. I look down at the small piece of straw in my hands, closely examining it. It has the rough texture that only looks rough but isn't. It's kind of hard to explain.

I look up and over the vast field of corn. In the distance I can see Demeter bending down and picking up several stocks (?) of corn. She stands up, wiping her brow and looking into the sunset. I turn and see Chiron's figure illuminated against the setting sun. Apollo really does seem to be in a good mood today because it is sweltering hot. I get up, brush he dust off my pants and start walking towards Chiron.

When I get to him, Demeter is already there, talking to him and gesticulating madly with her free hand towards the sun. "I mean, he has no appreciation for agriculture or cereal. If he keeps going on like this, my corn is going to burn. And when it does, I will go to my brother dearest and tell him to find a way to kill that wretched sun god. Seriously, Helios was so much more responsible that he ever has been or ever will be," she rants. "Hey Seth. Find anything?" She asks, smiling down at me. I nod, holding out the piece of straw. She takes it and holds it in the light. Then she smiles and sticks it behind her ear. It transforms into a miniature piece of corn.

"Well, Lady Demeter, I'm afraid I must be taking Seth back to camp now. Thank you for letting him stay here the day. It's doing him much good. He's even smiling," Chiron says. I blink and look away. I know what he's thinking. There's some kind of secret war going on he's not telling me about. He's sending me here because I'd be in the way and because the bastard Percy Jackson asked him to. Demeter told me this a while ago. And he's doing it a little bit because it makes me happy. But he'd never admit it.

Chiron takes me by the underarms and places me on his back. Demeter smiles and gives me a small wave before disappearing into a cloud of dust. Then Chiron turns and starts galloping to the west, towards the setting sun.

We arrive at camp in about half an hour. Chiron is silent the whole time, but I can tell by the way he's moving that he's tense. He wants to tell me something. I look around at the blurry landscapes that we pass and I try to imagine how it would be, living out here. Always being able to go into a cornfield, not having anyone shout at you to speak to them all day long. Yeah, that'd be nice. Only problem is, and let's face it, even though I'm a good thief and liar, I couldn't survive on my own as a runaway. I still need at least two good meals a day to get by.

Chiron lets me off in front of the big house and then trots over to the Poseidon cabin, probably to consult Percy again. I think there's been some kind of prophesy. Of course Percy Jackson would be the one to get it. I'll admit it; I am jealous of him. But seriously, who wouldn't be? He is the saviour of Olympus, a chivalrous one as well, he's the son of Poseidon, he has an extremely beautiful girlfriend and he gets about seven hundred prophesies a day. And he's Chiron's favourite. And Poseidon's. And let's throw in Artemis, for good measure.

I turn my back and walk into the Big House, where Dionysus is playing Pinochle with two terrified looking satyrs while a third, one who looks like he has more dignity, Grover, stands behind him, talking quietly and quickly. I brush past them, not giving them a second glance, and head down the corridor, up the stairs, to the end of the hall and up a ladder to where my room is. It's a small room that is in the attic but away from the trophy room. My father had sent a note that he didn't want a cabin at camp. At least, that was all Chiron read to me. I stole the letter that night and took it up to my room. There I read that I was a mistake and the Lycaon didn't want a cabin in his honour. He said it was best to kill me right away because I was a thief and a liar and I would only cause trouble. I cried myself to sleep that night.

I push open the door and enter the small room. Hung between two walls and in front o the window is the hammock that I sleep in, with a nice warm blanket on top. The slanted walls are covered in pictures of wolves and the moon. Small knives stick in the walls and around my scoreboard, but none have ever hit bull's-eye. I pick up a knife that is lying on a box next to me and throw. I spirals and hits the wall next to the board. There really is nothing else in the room than boxes; things I have collected over the years of living here. Of course, there are also several newer appliances and mortal candy stashed in them; things that I steal whenever Demeter takes me on a shopping trip. But my most prized possession hangs over my window. It is a dream catcher.

Its frame is bound in chocolaty brown leather and the web is a silvery white. Little wooden pearls are attached everywhere, and feathers hang from the bottom and the sides. Saqui, a Native American woman, made it for me at some point. I think that was when I was hanging in a tree, starving, having run away from home. She found me and nursed me back to health in her little village, but the monsters started sensing me and the wolf population seemed to grow in the area. People looked at me as a demon, but Saqui knew. She herself was a daughter of Hades and she knew a demi god when she saw one. She called Chiron to take me away, and on the last night, right before I went to sleep, she gave me the dream catcher. She said is masked my scent and made monsters think I was a wolf, not that I didn't smell like them anyways. That was the last time I really laughed.

I walk over to a big box in the far right corner. I pull out a long sleeved shirt, a t shirt and some pants. I grab my towel from the side of an office chair (I really have no clue how it got in here) and exit the room. I go down the ladder and turn into the first door on the right. Shower. Afterwards I look at my reflection in the mirror.

Since Chiron forced me back to camp after… never mind, I've started going by my own schedule. I eat something small in the mornings and in the evenings. I snack in between. Demeter says it isn't healthy but I don't care. I'm small and not muscular or any of that stuff. Just plain skinny. I look at my arms. There are multiple long red scratches on them; grass cuts. Tomorrow I'll wear a long sleeved shirt. Speaking of which, I put mine on. Over that, I pulled on the t shirt. I put on the dark jeans that I've had for a few years. Looks like I'll always be a midget. Then I look into my face, something I detest doing. It's the face of so many things.

My hair that's actually dark brown looks almost yellow in the unnatural light of the bathroom. My eyes lock with the ones peering at me from the mirror. Yellow- grey with a rim of blue. A wolf's eyes. I open my mouth ever so slightly but it's enough. Enough to see the teeth that are more pointy than a normal mortal's. I growl at the mirror, ready to punch it.

I pt my towel in my room again but then I head downstairs. I'm just in time for the bonfire. I sit on an untaken log and stare at the flames, letting them warm my face and hands. On the other side of the fire I see Annabeth in Percy's arms, Juniper leaning on Grover's shoulder and Nico talking to a ghost, earning a disapproving glare from Chiron. Several Aphrodite girls are giggling and pointing at some of the Apollo singers, while their brothers are busy checking out any girl that comes in sight.

I turn my attention back to the flames. And then I feel self pity. No one notices me. No one cares. I know it'd be different if I talked, but I won't. Never. I nudge a son of Iris who's sitting next to me and point to the pizza in front of him. He holds out his hand. I rummage my pockets for a drachma, but I only find a lump of gold I stole from the forge earlier. I hold it out but he shakes his head. Damn. Looks like I'll have to life off candy again tonight. Poor me. Take note of the sarcasm.

I look back into the flames that are burning high and red right now. People are all singing along with the Apollo kids and having a good time. But nothing could prepare me for what I see in the fire: a head. A wolf's head, but still a head. It looks at me and blinks. Then it talks in my head. Be brave. I'm waiting. I look around and when I look back, it's gone.

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