HOLA EVERYONE! If you don't know me... Probably because I forgot my password for my other account, and I found it actually... It just wouldn't let me on... I probably wrote it down wrong... And then I forgot my email password, which is luckily saved on my phone... AND HOLLY F#$ %#$! I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING. MY DOC FOR DRAGON'S LULLABY. SH#%$%$!

My gods I'm a mess. Anywho Here is, basically a redo of Is It Real! So hopefully it's better then the last one. Also, please no flames... I'm still very sensitive to that stuff...

Disclaimer: Would Rick seriously forget his own password to a website called 'Fanfiction'?

?'s PoV

I smiled darkly at the computer. I finally found him...

I picked up the phone on my desk and rang one of the Labs.

"Who is this?" A voice questions from the speaker. I laughed darkly,"Who else would it be you nitwit? Get me Luke. Now."

I listened to the fumbling and murmurs of voices. Then,"Luke Castellan here, Sir." I smirked. "Listen, Luke. I have an assignment for A07, A12, and P11. Give them Hideout House 15"

I told him my plan carefully. Smirking, I added,"Give them a quick memory check too. Just in case they remember something from their past while they're out. Give them the fake memories." I felt like I was forgetting something. I hung up the phone without another word and got up, pacing around my dimly lit office.

I chuckled to the wall muttering,"I finally found your offspring, Poseidon.." I trailed off in thought. Revenge was burning in my brain while I laughed a little louder. It soon became a psychotic out of control laugh. I didn't care though. As long as I finally got my vengeance...

I didn't sleep that night either. I stayed up, muttering to myself. He's there. He's at Goode. I. Will. Have. Revenge.

(OOOOH!)

Annabeth's PoV

I stared out at the forest like terrain. It looked endless. The sky was a bright blue and there were no clouds in the sky. The grass was lush, and so were the trees. The flowers were brightly colored of white, and pastel pinks, purples, yellow, and blues.

The flowers were tiny. There were only small clusters of them. There was no wind. There was no scent to the flowers. There was a gleaming glass dome across the sky. There were no sounds of birds. The walls were an illusion. There were cameras. Fake. Fake, fake fake fake fake. It was all FAKE.

I my wings around me, glaring out at the fake terrain. I craved to be out of the walls. Out in the sky. To hear animals. To smell the flowers. But I had a burden. I had a curse. I had a nightmare that weighed down on my shoulders. Well... more like my back actually.

Hello there, person whose reading my miserable life story. I'm Annabeth Chase. Or, A07. Whichever you want.

I have big grey eyes, with a ring of inky black around the edges. It's very faint though, tanish skin, and curly blonde princess hair. And before you start, I hope you know I'm smarter then the average person. So. You probably know by now, that I'm an experiment. No I wasn't an alien. You see, I used to be a healthy, happy, imaginative, energetic seven year old girl.

Now, I'm a broken, dull, flat voiced, tired sixteen year old girl. I'm tired because of the endless training. I'm flat voiced because I can't remember any emotion besides bitterness, anger, and grief. I'm dull because I've lost my creative and imaginative look of things. I'm broken, because I'm cursed.

My curse is something you'd probably think would be awesome. If you were born with it, and didn't have a problem with it, maybe. But if you were forced to, with bloody screams, unknown blank faces and full of fear, then it'd be the total opposite. My wings, if you were wondering, are tan brown, grey, and a light brown. The underside of them is white with light brown speckles.

I frowned pressing my fingers to my temples, as a pounding in my head came. Ever since I came back from the nurse's office, which I apparently fell asleep in, my mind's been a lot more foggy then normal. I didn't really care anymore. The blinding whiteness of this place can blind you.

I glided down from the tree branch I had perched myself in, and looked down at my attire for once. Bare feet, white shorts, and a white shirt. My hair was pulled up in a white band. I wondered off and towards a steel door. I pushed it open and stepped into a nearly empty hallway.

I wondered around for a while until I stood in front of a steel door. That's my room. I share it with my friend, Hazel Levesque. She's a fifteen year old girl with bright gold eyes, frizzy cinnamon toast hair, dark dark skin, and tiny barely noticeable pieces of gold embedded in the crook of her elbow. They were scattered in the crook of her elbow like freckles.

Hazel and I have been friends for four years. We both know each others pain. We both crave to hear a person's voice that held great emotion. We both crave to see other colors besides the one of our skin, eyes, and hair. And if you wanna add, the colors of the fake terrain.

When I entered Hazel was laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She didn't move when I came in, so I decided to leave her alone to her thoughts. I thought back to when I first met her.

:: SO WAKE ME UP WHEN IT'S OVER! :: (Avicii btw. Not mine)

I was wondering back to my room. I had been training on my fighting skills, and I was tired.

When I reached my room, I saw the door had been left open a bit. I remembered slamming the door closed on my way out. I frowned. Was it one of our guardians? A scientist? Were they rummaging around my room again?

I felt my hand clutch the dagger I was holding.

When I pushed the door open the first thing I heard were whimpers. Then I noticed things had been arranged in my room. My bed, desk, and dresser were all pushed over to the other side of the room. And a desk, bed, and dresser were pushed to the other side. And a cinnamon toast colored mass of hair was curled into fetal position.

I paused, and set my dagger on my desk. Then lightly footed, I walked over to the strange, new person. I barely remembered seeing a color like this person's hair. It was refreshing to see it.

I lightly tapped the person's shoulder and curiously asked,"Who are you?"

The person looked up and I saw bright gold eyes. Another refreshing color for me.

She mumbled something so quietly I barely caught it. "I'm Hazel Levesque... Or P11.."

I gave her a small nod, a tiny, weak smile on my lips.

"I'm Annabeth Chase. Or A07" She gave me a small smile. Her eyes travel to where some feathers were sticking out from behind my back. I stuck my wings out a little bit, slightly curious of her reaction. This was before I would grow to be self conscious of my wings.

Her jaw dropped a little and she let out a gasp of surprise. I pulled my wings back in to hide them behind my back. They were really big though, so I didn't really succeed in doing so. Sensing my discomfort she held out her arms and ran her thumb over the skin of the crook of her elbow. I noticed tiny speckles of gold embedded in her skin. All I could so was give her a small sympathetic look.

We talked a little after that. I learned a little more about her. I realized we were both freaks of an experiment. I remembered we have broken futures now. I felt a little happier I had someone to help me through it though. And I could help her. Plus my older brother to help too.

:: FLASHBAAAAAACKS! ::

I looked over at the clock. It was almost time to get ready for bed. I walked over to the bathroom and got into the shower. At least I could relax in here. For a couple of seconds at least.

I put on a white sweater and a pair of white sweatpants. Don't ask how I got the sweater on over my massive wings, ask the Lab, because I don't know myself.

Hazel got up and was walking to the bathroom. Once I was sure she was in the shower, did I begin to hum, curled under the white sheets of my bed.

"Everyone'll think that we're a picture perfect family,

Nobody'll be able to see the cursed part of you and me,

We'll be secretly trapped in this horror story,

nobody will think to hear our screams,

they'll think everything is just as it seems,

As a picture perfect family."

(Randomly came up with that little song. So excuse the terrible lyrics please."

I grew silent. It was dim in the room. I could hear the shower turn off and Hazel soon appeared. She wore a similar outfit to mine, except she wore a simple white t-shirt.

The room was dark. I think it was anyways. My owl DNA was kicking in. Did I mention that the DNA that I held was Barn Owl? Anyways, my eyes were using the light beams to see. Now I know what you're thinking, if I can see like an owl, shouldn't I be color blind? Well... Probably. But It doesn't affect me for some reason.

I listened to the silence. It held a thousand, maybe a million, of our unspoken thoughts. Our unspoken worries, our unspoken words. I was about to let myself fall asleep when there was suddenly a repeated banging of a fist on the door.

I groaned and got up from my warm comfortable bed. It was probably the only good thing about this place. I opened the door, and saw my older brother, Malcom Chase (PACE!)

He was beaming at me widely, his blonde curly hair windblown. I can't decide if he flew here or ran. He burst in, grabbed me in a hug twirled me around and sat me down before dancing around our dimly lit room. Hazel was sitting up, her hair looking like a cloud of cinnamon toast, yawning.

"What's the big idea Malc?" She asks.

"WE'RE LEAVING THE LAB!" He practically yells. I'm immediately awake. So is Hazel.

"What!?" I exclaim in shock. I had a bad feeling about this.

"We're going to Goode High! We're going to school like normal teenagers!" He shouts at me, grinning.

I frowned. This wasn't sitting in my stomach right. In fact I was feeling dizzy. Something bad was going down. I don't think I 'accidentally' fell asleep in the nurse's office. I don't think we're 'just' going to Goode High. I was really confused. Why can't things just be normal? Why can't my dad be here? Or my mum... If she was still alive

WOOOOOOOOO! Let's all praise me now for being a nice person and not giving up on this story... Because I forgot my password and then wouldn't take it.

Anywho. If any of my original readers are out there... I hope you're reading this. Especially you Shadow, and Derpmuffin. You two are especially awesome. And all the other crazy people that are reading my story. I LOVE YOU GUYS!

-Blue