Percy's P.O.V.

I laid awake in my bunk. I couldn't fall asleep, no matter how hard I tried. Last night, I had a nightmare about a girl who was being held captive by a monster who looked suspiciously like a not completely reformed Arachne. I had the same nightmare the night before that, the night before that, the night before that, and so on. I had told Chiron once the dream reaccured for the sixth time, and had become more vivid. Smiling, he had told me that there was nothing to worry about, and not all demigod dreams were real. But, I saw a mix of worry, and uncertiancy in his eyes. I rolled over and glanced at the clock on my nightstand.

10:30

I counted all the tiles in the ceiling, and rolled over again.

10:32

I tried spelling the name of every greek, roman, norse, and egyptian god and goddess (which was extreamly hard, since I have ADHD and dyslexia). I turned around.

10:39

I led out a sigh, and walked over to my window. I leaned against it, and looked outside. Same old, same old. Suddenly, a black shape sped past. I immediatly threw on my shoes, and ran outside, following the figure. It ran into the big house, and I walked to one of the windows in the front, and peeked in. Inside was Grover, Chiron, and another boy I never seen before. He looked almost identical to Leo, but was taller, about my height. He wore black gloves with skeleten hands on them, and a long coat. My ears perked up, and I heard what they were saying.

"I'm telling you!" The boy exclaimed, a mix of terror and worry in his voice. "She-she's seen too much! Any day now..." He trailed off, and stared at the ground.

"We both knew she would find out soon," Grover began. "Which is why we sent Frank in the form of a cat, simmilar to Vernon. He came back, and told us the same thing."

"But, Arachne," I had to keep myself from gasping as the boy spoke her name. "There, it's impossible for her to reform that quickly! But, then again, it was almost like she wasn't fully formed..." His voice trailed off again, and he started fiddling with his gloves.

"Wybie," Chiron, in wheelchair form, put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "You did well. Your cousin and I agree, you did what you could. We'll send you back, and you'll bring her here." Wait. Cousin? But if Grover is his cousin..then wouldn't he be a...satyr?

Coraline Jones' P.O.V (three days after Percy's)

I laid awake in bed for the third time that week. It had been a month since I locked the door to the other world, since the ghost kids were freed, since the Other Mother was defeated. I looked at the clock on the wall.

11:01

Wybie left a week ago to go cross-country. He had promised he'd be back soon. I'd hoped he was right. As much as I hate to admit it, I felt safer when he was around. Now, it felt, wrong. As if there was a darker presence in the world. As much as I told my mother about the girls in the pond, or the trees that didn't seem like trees, she told me I had a wild imagination. I figured I'd believe it. There are no more monsters, there is no more danger. Right?

My ears perked up. I heare the soft, three tap knock. I gasped. Could it be? But...why in the middle of the night? Nonetheless, I jumped out of bed and threw on my shoes. I quietly sneaked downstairs, and opened the door. I was so happy, I wanted to scream. But then I noticed something.

"Wybie?" I asked. "What's wrong?" U noticed he looked worried.

"Coraline?" he asked. I gasped. Did he just call me Coraline? I have to admit, I was tempted to say 'nope! I'm Caroline!' But the look on his face told me I shouldn't.

"Yeah?"

"You need to pack a bag."

"Why?"

"I'm bringing you to camp."