When we landed almost a day later (19 hours) my but was sore, my legs were cramped, and I was tired as hell. He stopped on top of half blood hill to stretch, and the Pegasus flew to the stables. Connor insisted that we go straight to the big house, but I told him id catch him later, and headed to cabin two. I opened the door of the pristine white marble cabin and the smell that hit me was old. This cabin had always been here, but had never been used. Guess I was the first. Like, ever. I dropped my bag by the door and kicked off my shoes. The white marble floor was obviously not made for people to walk barefoot on; it was freezing cold to the touch. I didn't see any bunks, but behind one of the pillars hidden from the sight of the large statue of Hera was a queen size bed. Haha, queen size. Get it? Lame, I know. I didn't care if the bed was covered in dust or not, I just flopped down and as soon as my head hit the pillow, my eyes were closed.

In my dream, I was walking down a dirt path towards a big building. It reminded me of the barracks I had seen when I had visited Germany a few years ago. Except they were made out of white marble and far more grand. I walked in through the huge doors and up to a table full of people I had never seen in my life. The one at the head of the table; a fierce looking girl with curly brown hair and strange grey eyes looked directly at me, and spoke.

"Have you decided?" she said in a stern voice.

"I have not, Reyna." I replied back, almost as fierce. The name came out of nowhere, but it seemed to have worked.

"It is either them," she spat the word. "Or us." She said, gesturing her hand to the people sitting around the table; they all looked very uncomfortable.

"You will await my answer, daughter of Minerva. For I am more powerful then you, and I can decide the fate of this camp, and these people." I roared back with so much confidence it didn't sound like me. "And until i decide, you will quit pestering me, for I shall call upon my brethren." The building shook as the words echoed around the marble columns and all of the shocked faces of the people around me.

"Ashton, you have never threatened us with the power of the Gods until today!" she cried.

"I never mentioned 'us' I said you." I spat the last word as I walked out of the great building. Her voice following me down the steps.

"If this is all about that son of Vulcan, then you can forget about coming back. We don't need you." That crossed the line. I whipped my head around and met her proud glare. It quickly turned into a look of fear as I brought my hand up, palm facing the high ceiling. A ball of pure energy –though small- powerful enough to destroy this camp appeared.

"What was that?" I asked, calmly.

"N-n-nothing, L-l-l-lady Ashton." She stuttered as she spoke. A small smirk grew on my face as I tore down the marble staircase, each step cracking as I passed. Oh how I love my powers. I thought at that moment.

I woke up with the feeling of eyes on me. My eyes opened groggily and met a pair of dark, mahogany brown eyes. I scuttled back against the headboard as the tall, built, Hispanic guy laughed at me.

"Hola señora." He said with a goofy grin.

"Um, hello?" I said. I don't speak a word of Spanish.

"¿Dentro qué hace usted aquí?"

"I don't speak Spanish if you haven't gathered that." I said slightly annoyed from trying to figure out what my dream meant. If Percy had been telling the truth in those books, then that was a glimpse of my possible future.

"Oh, I know that. So what's your name? Im Leo Valdez." He said smiling at me. My jaw hit the ground and im pretty sure there were no more whites to my eyes.

"You ok?" he asked, slightly confused.

"Yeah, yeah im fine. Im Ashton Michel's."

"Nice to meet you Ash, mind if I call you that?"

"No, sure go ahead." I said cracking a smile. He smiled back.

"I gotta go, I bet cabin 9's wondering where I wondered off to. Oh, and by the way, im also head counsellor of the Hephaestus cabin. If you want a good time, you now know where to find me!" he called walking out the door. Once it was closed I sighed. My first encounter with my absolute favourite character from the entire history of the Percy Jackson/The Lost Hero books. Now, if I got to meet Charles Beckendorf and Silena Beauregard, life would be perfect. I shook my head and stood up; I walked over to the door and pulled on my sneakers. I flug open the door full of happiness and walked down the front porch.