I was in a meadow, surrounded by darkness, chasing a girl with white flakes flying off of her, as if she was turning into dust. But as I got closer, I noticed that they were snow flakes.

Both of us were laughing for no reason of what I remember. I don't even know who the girl is. I just felt like I new her.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake and crumble into the darkness below. She turned around, filled with fear, and started running towards me.

"Jason!" she screamed at me for help her. I chased towards her, attempting to scream, but nothing came out. She let out one final scream, and plummeted into nothing.

I woke up in a sweet, which is rare for me, since I never get hot. I climbed out of my bunk, making sure not to wake any of the campers around me. I quietly walked over to the my dresser and pulled out a orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and black shorts and quietly slipped them on. I opened the door and walked outside into the snow covered ground. I never get hot, but I never get cold either.

Every step I took, the snow melted under my footsteps. As far as im concerned, I'm the only Hephaestus kid who has complete control over fire and heat.

I walked over to the woods, where I found it enjoyable to burn stuff, like trees, for no apparent reason.

When I got there, I lit a giant oak tree in flames. Gee, the satyrs would not be happy with me right now.

I sat down on a fallen log and tried to process my dream. who was this girl? What did it mean?

I was in the middle of disintegrating a willow when a huge rush of water splattered over the tree, and me.

My whole body sizzled. "Hey, what the hell man?"

I turned around to see Percy Jackson standing behind a huge section of dead grass.

"Stop doing that." He said. Percy was a son of Poseidon, so he probably melted the snow and tossed it at me.

I glared at him, got up, and shoved him into the snow. He retaliated by doing the same thing he did before, dosing me in water.

I'm literally like a fire; peaceful, but hates being extinguished.

So I set his sweet-shirt on fire.

His eyes widened in shock, but all he did was roll in the snow and set it out.

"Anyway," he said. "Chiron wants to see you."

Without a word, I walked towards the Big House.

Chiron was waiting there for me. "Hello Jason."

"Hey what's up, Chiron?" I asked. Chiron was I centaur, and right now, his head almost hit the ceiling.

"Percy just brought a girl here from a local school. She's mentally disorientated from a monster attack. She might need your help."

I was confused. "What do you mean? I'm not a shrink."

"Yes, but…" he started. "She says she can't feel the cold."

That shocked me.

"Come, she is in a hospital room."

He showed me to the room and let me in. sitting there, was the girl I saw in my dream. She had black hair with a different shading of brown. It reminded me of coffee. She was about 16, my age.

I stood there in utter shock, but shoved it of and sat down in a reclining chair.

"Hi," I said. "What's your name?"

"Jada." she said softly. "At least I think."

I smiled at her, "I heard you can't feel the cold."

She nodded.

"Tell me if you can feel this." I said and made I small flame emerge from my finger. "Extend your finger." she obeyed, even though she had pure fear in her face, as I rubbed the flame against here finger.

She squealed in pain. "Sorry! Sorry." I said and rapped my hand around her finger and made the burn go away.

"Guess you're not a daughter of Hephaestus…" I began, before I saw the floating silver symbol above her head.

It was a glowing snowflake. Khione, the Greek goddess of snow.

"Your mom is Khione." I told her.

"Who?"

"Khione, the Greek goddess of snow." she had pure shock in her…pretty… face. "We live in a world of the Greek myths," I explained, "except they're not myths, they're real."

She nodded. I knew what she was going through; the shock of having to throw all the things she thought she new away to start something new. Like a football player starting to play hockey, even though he knew nothing about it.

"Anyway," I said. "I'm Jason Fletcher, son of Hephaestus, god of fire and metalworking."