One: Sadie

I'd already decided Carter was better off not knowing about the newest dream- phenomenon I was having, mostly because it felt personal, I guess. It usually started in the same way, visions of death and destruction.

This particular night, it started off with Horus, in all his falcon- headed glory, facing off against a rather large, well- muscled man wielding a sword and shield. Neither seemed to be winning at first, but it was clear that this other man wasn't a regular mortal, considering how well he was holding his own against the god. They appeared to be speaking, but I couldn't hear anything. The visions quickly shifted, a mighty storm coming from sea, lightning striking the Twenty- First Nome, fire, blood, then it was me and Carter, our initiates facing off against an army of teens armed with weapons, standing determined.

Eyes that weren't mine would snap open, shocked and scared, and it would normally end there, and I'd jar myself out of sleep. Now however, I was in the other person's body, swallowing thickly and calming down. They sat up, rubbed at their face, and then slid out of the bed and turned the light on. It was obviously a hotel room, but there were sketches on the wall from previous visions, some I'd witnessed and some unfamiliar, and a thick, well used journal sitting on the bedside table.

She- because no boy was that developed in the curves and chest- walked over to the sliding glass door, looked outside anxiously and shut the blinds. There was a bow and quiver a few feet away, and I could feel her biting her lip, anxious and trying to fight off the urge to notch an arrow at an enemy that wasn't there.

"Dad," she whispered, voice hoarse. "I need you. Please."

"Aislin? What is it?" She turned, and a good- looking blonde man who hadn't been there a moment before was standing near the bed. "What's wrong?"

"Why me?" Aislin demanded. "Why couldn't I have healing, or something more useful? Prophecy is the worst gift to inherit from you!"

"It had to be you, Aislin. You were my second choice for Oracle."

"Just what every daughter wants to hear," The girl snapped. "I haven't had a proper sleep in weeks, Dad, all thanks to your 'gift'. They aren't even all visions of our gods!" She gestured to rough sketches of some Egyptian gods- Horus, Anubis, Thoth and a few others, and a couple of magicians- me and Carter, Desjardins, Amos, Zia, Walt.

"Brilliant, isn't it?" The blond man grinned. "Your mother was an Egyptian Magician, you belong to both our worlds. You're so strong, Aislin."

"I don't feel strong, I feel used." She snapped.

"Look at yourself, daughter. You are so much more than you think. In fact, I feel a Haiku coming on," the man paused.

"Please don't," Aislin cut in, but he pushed on anyway.

"Egyptians and Greeks/ Gods of all strengths and ages/ Apollo is the best." He grinned blindingly.

"The last was six syllables," Aislin said, deadpan.

"Was it? Hm, how about, I see everything. That one can apply to you too. Anyways, I'd best be going, dear, so grow some confidence while I'm gone, yeah? You see for a reason." He winked, and Aislin closed her eyes. There was a flash, a red hue painted on her eyelids, and he was gone.

She stood, walked toward the bathroom, and flicked the light on, turning to the mirror, and for the first time I could see her face. She bore a striking resemblance to the man, with wavy, sandy blonde hair, and clear, haunted blue eyes. She had his eyebrows, and I had a feeling that if she'd smile, her teeth would be as blindingly white as his were.

"Gift of Prophecy," she muttered to herself. "Curse of no sleep." She really didn't show it though. No hollows under her eyes, just a smooth expanse of tan skin, long, dark lashes and delicate features. She huffed and reached out, hand clenching around the hilt of a dagger.

That was around when I actually woke up. For a moment, it felt weird being back in my own body, but then I sat up. That dream... vision... whatever it was- it would normally end where the vision ended. I'd never understood why they came to me, but now, realizing they weren't mine at all...

I knew I should be responsible, tell Uncle Amos, Carter and Bast, but like I said, it just felt too personal. Like I was connected with Aislin somehow, though I knew that was a ridiculous notion. But then, that man had mentioned Greeks, and if they somehow led to that war between our gods, they all had a right to know.

I felt like two sides of me were arguing over what to do. Isis would probably know, and this was one of those times I regretted freeing her from my body. It helped to have a second opinion. Deciding that if something came up or the dream- vision thing happened again, I'd tell them, I slipped out of bed. Sure, it was a little early by my standards, but Amos was an early riser and the buffet would already be stocked.

Carter and Amos, who were clearly talking about something important, I noticed with a pang of hurt, looked startled when I casually walked up to the buffet and loaded up a plate with crepes, my comfort breakfast, and a mug of hot chocolate instead of my usual tea. I sat down and crossed one leg over the other.

"So," I asked. "Sleep well?"

"Sadie?" Carter asked. "What are you doing up so early?" I shrugged.

"Weird dream," and dismissed the matter entirely, digging easily into my breakfast while Carter and Amos exchanged looks. "Don't stop for my benefit, go on with whatever you were talking about," I said, arching an eyebrow to let them know they'd been caught.

"I'm just nervous about that storm heading this way," Amos told me. "It seems to have magic radiating from it, but none that I can recognize." Greek magic, maybe? I asked myself, nodding at my uncle to show I understood.

"I was thinking of taking a couple initiates and taking a closer look with Freak," Carter added. "It does seem sinister and I want to see if it's some form of Chaos magic."

"Wouldn't Amos recognize it if it was?" I asked, looking between them.

"There are different forms of Magic, Sadie," Amos began. "This could easily be something I can't recognize. It's Ancient and powerful, yes, but it feels younger than Egyptian magic. We were discussing possibilities."

Words about my dream were caught in my throat, but still, I kept it to myself. Really, if Aislin were a threat, I think I'd feel it, but she seemed just as exasperated as I was about the whole thing. And angry with her gift, but I could see how knowing the future would get extremely frustrating. "So, maybe some other Ancient empire?" I suggested instead. If they figured it out on their own, it would be easier for me.

Amos nodded. "It seems that way. I'll look into the matter further, but it's best we get some ideas from Bast as well, when she shows up."

"I'll go find Freak," Carter said, moving to get up, but I stopped him.

"Carter, it's a massive thunderstorm, and Freak isn't exactly a graceful flier. It's probably best we just talk to Bast for now, maybe contact a couple other gods for further guidance."

"That does seem best," Amos agreed before standing. "I'll speak with you again on the matter later." Carter turned to me as soon as he was gone.

"What are you hiding?" he demanded.

"I'm not hiding anything," I retorted.

"Sadie. I've spent enough time with you since Christmas Eve that I can tell when you are lying, scared, annoyed and sad, because you cover it all up with a brave facade. You're lying, I know that, you're scared by it, and you're generally annoyed most of the time. What's up?"

It surprised me that he knew that much with only a few sentences, but I just wasn't ready yet. "I'm sorry. I can't talk about it."

"Is this about your weird dream?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Was it a ba trip?"

"I don't think so," I answered. "It was just weird, I guess." He dropped the matter after that, for which I was thankful as Felix came down the stairs, too suspiciously hyper for so early, a few minutes later. Then again, the kid was only nine.

A/N: Okay, so this will mainly be in Sadie's and Aislin's POV, and it's Semi!AU. I'll put in an OC pairing later, not sure who yet.