Hi, listen I got a review telling me that my story was all dialogue and when I read it back through I found out that it was true. (I'm still a baby writer, I'm finding my legs still) The first two chapters especially were pretty disappointing so I have decided to rewrite them. I won't be rewriting all of them just Hazel, Jason, Leo and possibly Piper depending on your thoughts. Please drop a review on which ones you'd like me to rewrite. I have recently started following sacred rules of fan fiction written by me and one is that 'Thy stories must be of good standard. If thy get a review giving criticism thy must improve upon the point of disagreement.'

So! Three extra chapters (At the least) Here is Hazel's. I might actually put some new chapters (Nico and Annabeth) in so it won't be the same plots over and over again but I will be rewriting.

Thank you so much for your patience, I can't thank you enough.

RainbowSpark18-Thank you so much. I was having loads of trouble for Franks scene as he hasn't been through as much grief in his past as the rest of them. You have saved my life! *Bows down to your writing superiority*

CheddarLord and Mystery0028-You win! After I've finished the rewrites which should hopefully be soon I'll do Nico's chapter

WCS99-Glad you like it, means a lot to me. Sorry that it's not Annabeth next but I'll put her after Nico. Or maybe I won't. You'll have to wait and see... *Evil Laughter*

Over the mediterranean sea the Argo II slowly cut it's way above the ocean. The moons light bathed the hull in a shade of silver different from it's normal glow of gold. The sight, though invisible for mortals was beautiful. It was perfectly still. The whole night seemed frozen. As though the Gods had been humming and laughing and creating but in that moment had just stopped for one second to hold their breaths and see the world of humans that they had formed. The night was magical, rare. The kind that only came once in a millennia. Unfortunately, with this night came the nightmares.

In the hull of the ship, where the rocking and shaking were minimal was a girl, not sleeping despite the late hour. Instead she was curled up alone on her own, shaking with invisible horrors. Hazel Levensque was the both youngest and oldest person on the ship. She had grown up in a time of racial difference and magical superstition, not the greatest place to live when she was gifted with dark skin and powers over gems which cursed the precious jewels. She had then died to protect the world, and her brave sacrifice had never been known. She then had spent eternity in a plain of absence before waking up in the future where nothing was the same, no racial difference, no superstitious villagers and no Sammy.

Sammy

Her one true friend, who had stuck by her for everything, who had risked life and limb in exchange for her friendship, who had left her with a lingering kiss on the cheek on her last day with him. Who had been long dead when she had awoken.

But Hazel wasn't thinking about Sammy, nor her awakening. She wasn't thinking about her sacrifice or, something even more terrifying, the unavoidable fight with Gaea. No Hazel had been shaken to the core by the images of death. And more than that, the voices of death. The voices of her deaths. The voices of her ghosts.

Child of Darkness

Child of Fear

Child of Magic

Child of Hatred

Child of EVIL

Child of DEATH!

The names and accusations bounced around Hazels skull, taunting her with the names that she had grown up hearing and had remained with her throughout her lifetime. (And death-time too.)

"Stop it. Please." Hazel wept into the pillow, the barrage of words filling her with more pain than monsters and blades ever could.

"Why should we stop? You never stopped breaking us. Killing us. Watching us die. Watching our agony. And you did nothing. you stood and watched, living extravagantly. Not giving us another thought. Not giving us any hope of living. Never Never Never Never Never Nev-"

Hazel let out a suppressed scream, muffled by the pillow that she was face-down drowning in. She writhed in agony and vaguely heard a tearing noise from the teddy she had unknowingly being clinging onto. The bear was torn apart now, disembowelled from her tight grip. Some of the fluffy inside was pooling out on the bed now and the teddy itself seemed to be looking at her with dejected frown. The look made her uncomfortable, as though the inanimate object was another person she had cursed. Another weight on her head. Watching her with eyes speaking of horror and terror and pain and-

"Hazel?"

Hazel shot up into a sitting position, shocked by the firm voice bringing her out of her reverie. Her eyes swam with tears and for a moment she didn't recognise the person in front of her. She couldn't tell if the person was friend or foe, ghost or memory. When she came back to focus she saw the tell-tale sea-green eyes that only belonged to Percy Jackson. Though normally she would welcome a meeting with her honorary brother at the moment it was the last thing she wanted. She didn't like anyone seeing her moment of weakness and that included Percy, no matter how sweet or kind he was. She was always jumpy after those dreams, jumping at small noises, hearing voices whispering cruel accusations. Thankfully she was normally able to disguise it as nervousness about Gaea and nobody really noticed. However it was difficult to hide your emotions from Percy. It was as if he had an empathy link with everyone on the ship. If you were upset, scared or chilled he'd know. It came in useful sometimes, he'd know when to give you a reassuring gaze or a comforting drink or hug. When to give you a blanket or when to stay by you. But it also meant that he would know when you were at your weakest. And sometimes that would mean that you would be found when you were vulnerable and scared. Everyone on the ARGO II had a past, sometimes a past they were running from. But Percy had a knack for knowing those skeletons and the scars they inflicted. And he would always be there to help you with them.

She raised her own 14 karat gold eyes to the boy, almost man in front. He seemed to see the problem in them. His gaze softened. "Nightmares of your past?" He said in a soothing tone that seemed to wash over her like a wave. She wondered if that was part of being a son of Poseidon. More likely it was just a part of being Percy. He sat beside her, the bed dipping with the additional weight. He didn't enquire further. Letting her start the conversation. She did so, hesitantly. "Ever since I came back from, you-know-where. (It seemed taboo to mention 'The Underworld') I've been… Having nightmares. You know about, what my curse did. However hard I try to deny it or run from it, those horrible things did happen. I hurt people, often fatally." She couldn't stop talking now, words flowing out of her like a gushing river. "And after that I just ran away. Buying dresses, eating food. I flourished over the deaths I caused. How does that make me any less of a monster than Gaea! How can I be a hero when all I've ever been is a, is a." I took a deep breath. "A villain…"

Hazel heard Percy take a sharp breath in as though he had been injured. "Hazel…" He started before breaking off. "Hazel you're nothing but a hero. You helped save the World by sacrificing yourself. You had horrible luck and yet you grew up to be a strong, brilliant, brave girl who anyone would be honoured to call a friend. There's nothing that you did wrong and you've never done anything that's made you like Gaea. You grew up in a time where you weren't accepted and I'm sorry for that. You didn't let anything break your kind spirit and you've retained your inner beauty even now. you vouched for me when I was new and scared. You helped me when I broke and gave me a reason to carry on. I'm glad that you got a second chance at life because we got to meet you. And you are worth any monster Gaea could throw at us. " Hazel looked up at him with doubtful eyes. Percy tucked an arm around her slender body and drew her closer. He continued in an even softer tone "Hazel, you were a child wanting to please her mother. And once you found out about the curse you stopped instantly, not caring if you didn't get to continue your easier lifestyle. Trust me, I know how you feel and I also know that you were not at fault for this. Never forget that." Hazel gave a smile, a real one that showed her teeth and crinkled her eyes. The ghosts of her past would probably never vanish completely but with Percy by her side to help her she could keep them at bay.

And Percy would always be at her side.

Percy sat next the bed on a wooden chair, close enough to keep her company without overstepping any boundaries. He pulled the fluffy quilt over her, shielding her from the cold night wind. And he shielded her from the cruel winds of the past.

As Hazels gleaming eyes slid shut Percy let out a sigh of relief. Hazel was like a younger sister to him and when she was hurting he was too. Casting his mind back he remembered his own demons. Bianca Di Angelo, Zoë Nightshade, Castor Pollux, Lee Fletcher, Charles Beckendorf, Michael Yew, Leneus, Silena Beauregard, Ethan Nakamura, Luke Castellan. People he had let die. Their voices cried out to him in his own nightmares torturing him with accusing words. Hazel may have been a hero but he was nothing but a villain, profiteering from the deaths of others. Their losses tore at his heart every day, giving a burden that would never be lifted. He looked at Hazel, lost in the arms of Morpheus.

What she doesn't know won't kill her.

And if Hazel never had that nightmare again… Well nobody needed to mention that now did they…

First chapter up! (For the second time!) Thank you so much for putting up with me I love you all and you are all incredible and I love you and love you and GAAAH YOU ARE INCREDIBLE!

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