I turned around in my bed. Something was odd: this is not my bed. Had they changed the sheets or something while I was asleep? I will have to have a word with my servants. Then I realized something: my shoulder is more solid than it is supposed to be. I woke up with a start and stared at my surroundings: this was not my mansion. I was in a large room with black walls and a matching carpet. Four bunks with black sheets, red velvet pillows an ornate metal frames were next to the wall. All of them were made neatly, pillows fluffed, except the one I was in. I stared down at myself: I was wearing a plain white chiton and a woolen shawl, which I most certainly didn't wear to bed last night. I was definitely not in Elysium.
It couldn't be the upper world; for I was dead. Perhaps it was just a dream. I turned over and went back to sleep.
"Hello? Hello?"
Someone was repeatedly stabbing my back with their finger.
"Stop!" I said. "Can't you see I am trying to sleep?!" I yelled at them, my face still facing the pillow.
"Who are you?" said the voice. It was strangely familiar.
"Rowena, you dunce! Now let me sleep!" I yelled, irritated.
"The Rowena?! The one who was imprisoned in the labyrinth? The former goddess of insanity? The one who died fighting against Gaia?!"
"Yes, you dolt! Now let me sleep!" Have these servants no sense?!
"Then what are you doing in the upper world?!"
"I'm still in Elysium, now leave me be!"
"No, you're not in Elysium, you're in the Thanatos cabin of Camp Half Blood."
I turned around in frustration. The dundering duncebucket disturbing was none other than-
"Solace-?! What are you doing here?! Don't tell me you died!"
"I'm still alive. And so are you, apparently. And why are you glowing?"
Could it be? Was it possible?
"None of your business, Solace. Now leave before you get admitted into the mental institution."
Fortunately, he was smart enough to leave. I got out of bed . Instinctively, I checked the side of my waist and my earlobe and breathed in relief. My sword and knife were in their proper places.
Could it be that my immortality and my powers were restored? I checked. I willed a nearby footstool to suffer from insanity. Faces formed in the cushion. It appeared to be writhing in pain. I stopped. It returned to normal. My powers have indeed been restored. I changed form so mortals wouldn't disintegrate at the sight of me. I straightened my chiton and stepped out .
That Solace boy wasn't kidding. I was indeed at camp. Mine was amongst the others put in neat rows. I recognized a few cabins. For the first time in months, I smiled. All I wanted to do was to be in the upper world. And I am now. My thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched scream.