February 13, 2015

This is my first day at Camp Parthenon. I'm really excited to be here, but also sad to leave New Rome. I was supposed to come earlier, but Abuelo got sick and I stayed a little longer to take care of him.

I'm a doctor in the Legion. It's a relative title. I would never be allowed to treat mortal patients outside of camp, not until I get a real medical degree, anyway. Being a son of Apollo has made me a great doctor for demigods, though.

I already met one guy who seems cool. His name is Nathan, son of Bacchus. He gave me a quick tour of camp. He's pretty cool.

It's almost time for lunch and I am famished. I may write again later. First I want to see the infirmary, meet my siblings, and take a nap. These journals are a very clever idea. It gives demigods a good way to relieve their stress. I think I will enjoy being here.

February 13, again

I haven't had a vision in a long time. But today I had a vision that was very unnerving. I don't know what it meant. I'll have to think about it more before I can come to a conclusion. Here is what happened.

I was sitting down to lunch with some of my siblings. I looked around at the other demigods and saw a scowling girl in all black. There was a blond boy squirming excitedly next to her, babbling and waving his hands. She was pointedly ignoring him, but he seemed unphased. Her gaze swept across the pavillion coldly, as though looking for a threat. Her eyes met mine.

Suddenly I was surrounded by white, swirling snow and completely exhausted. I knew it wasn't really me, so I took a mental step back to observe. I had been seeing the world through the eyes of a teenage girl with stringy brown hair. She was a little too skinny and had dark circles under her eyes. She sat down and nearly fell asleep before a large monster swooped out of the sky. It was almost a woman, but not. She had snake hair and large bat wings, and somehow I knew what it was… a gorgon. The monster snatched the girl off the ground and carried her off. She thrashed and screamed. The gorgon shook her and then snapped her neck with a terrible, echoing crack.

I gasped as I was sucked back into the real world. I blinked a few times to reorient myself and looked around. A group of demigods was clustered around a table across the pavillion. I stood and went closer to see what was happening. The girl I had seen before my vision was shaking on the ground. A frantic demigod girl called for help and I pushed my way through the growing crowd.

I pointed at two guys. "Help me get her to the infirmary." I grabbed a napkin off a nearby table, folded it quickly, and placed it in the girl's mouth to prevent her from biting her tongue. I showed the guys where to hold her shoulders and legs to keep her from hurting anyone as she seized. I held her arms tightly and we carefully made our way to the infirmary. We laid her down on a very squeaky bed. She had stopped seizing, but her eyelids fluttered and she whimpered a bit. I took the napkin out of her mouth so it wouldn't inhibit her breathing.

She began muttering nonsense. "Run, run, run, run, gorgon, run. So tired. It hurts…" With a start, I realized she must have seen the same thing I did.

A few people were gathered in the doorway, trying to see what was going on. I waved them away. "Stop gawking. She'll be fine. She just needs rest."

The girl groaned and furrowed her brow. She seemed to be waking up. "Can you talk?" I asked while I checked her pulse. It was quick, but not indicative of any severe problems.

"Yeah…"

"Good," I said. "Open your eyes." I needed to check her pupils to see if they were dilated. They looked fine, so I figured she probably didn't have a concussion. I know from experience that visions can be rough. Especially if you haven't had many before.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" She asked, catching me off-guard. I laughed, but didn't answer her question because I didn't know what she meant.

"My name's Tristan. Nice to meet you." I placed some ambrosia on her tongue to see if it helped. She seemed to relax a bit, but shut her mouth tightly, refusing any more. She sat up and I handed her another square, which she held for a moment before eating. I waited for her to continue the introductions with her name.

"Oh, yeah. My name's Claire," she suddenly said.

She was the daughter of Pluto I had heard rumors about. That explained the all-black outfit. A little cliche perhaps, but I guess I can't really judge since I like to wear my labcoat whether I'm doctoring or not. "If I had to guess I'd say you're a daughter of Pluto?"

"You're a son of Apollo right?" Claire asked rhetorically.

"Well, that was a nice introduction," I said quickly. "How about we just get right down to it? You experienced a vision. A pretty nasty one too. But you have no control."

"Excuse me?!" she protested.

"Since it happened once, it'll probably happen again. You can't have a seizure and mumble to yourself whenever you have a vision. And the screaming is definitely out."

"So how do you know I was having a vision?" Claire questioned.

"Because I saw it too," I whispered. "At first I thought you had just passed out at the same time I had a vision, but then I realized it couldn't have been a coincidence. And the things you were muttering… they make sense."

"oh. What?"

"Exactly. I've never heard of two demigods sharing a vision at the same time. Without help from a god anyway," I said excitedly. If there is a way for demigods to share visions, it could be very useful.

"Well yeah. I don't really know about this prophecy stuff. But my sister Hazel can sort of share memories with people…" Claire mused.

"Memories!" I interrupted. It suddenly made sense. I'm a little sad that we didn't discover a new way to share visions, but the memory thing is cool too. "That's it! That's why it didn't feel normal." I frowned when I realized that if Claire had shared the memory with me then it must have been from something in her past. "That's a messed up memory."

"Yeah. You must've had one styx of a childhood," she remarked.

"What are you talking about? That's not my memory."

"It's not mine either. I've, thankfully, never met a gorgon in my life. And I'd never be anywhere I couldn't at least use my shadows to defend myself," she stated. Her voice lowered even more. "I felt pretty helpless in that memory. And whoever's memory that was definitely died."

"Did you get that death sense?" I asked. I have always wondered what that is like.

"Well, yeah, but it didn't feel… recent."

"What's it like?" I asked eagerly. It's very interesting that children of Pluto can not only tell when someone dies nearby, but also if someone died in the past.

Claire thought for a minute before answering. "When a death occurs it feels sort of like shivers running down my spine. When I go somewhere a death has occurred in the recent past it's more like a tingling in my fingers."

I wonder if it is possible for children of Pluto to sense the absence of death. What kind of place would have never had a death ever? Could that skill be used somehow? Sorry. Where was I? Right.

"Wait!" I finally registered what she'd said earlier. "You said the death didn't feel recent… So we saw someone else's memory of dying?"

"Yeah I guess. Probably… a year ago at least," Claire confirmed.

I began wondering who the person was. She had to have been a demigod, right? If the death happened here, before camp was built, then what was she doing so far from Camp Jupiter or Camp Half-Blood? Did she know she was a demigod? I didn't notice the Legion markings on her arm, so maybe she's Greek?

It's going to kill me now. I don't know why Claire and I shared that memory. How could we experience someone else's memory? Why that memory?

**Thank you for reading. This story is part of a group. You can also read Claire's Camp Journal and Monique's Journal. I wish I could post direct links, but that hasn't worked so far.**