By the middle of the second movie, Tanya had passed out from exhaustion, and was snoring loudly with her head resting on my lap. Not wanting to wake her, I gently picked her up and carried her to her room.

I nearly tripped over a pile of books. Figures.

Her room was a complete mess, it looked as if it had been hit by a twister. Even the posters of kittens and puppies on the walls were peeling.

I dropped her onto her bed, and I mean literally, dropped.

She wasn't heavy, exactly, but I'm not quite the most 'buff' fourteen year old girl that ever lived. My arms felt strained for a few moments, as usual, but other than that I was fine.

"Night, Tany-ee," I smirked as she only snored in response. If she had heard me use that age-old nickname, I would have been a dead fish.

My ears perked at the sound of the lock on the front door lurching. "We're home! Tanya? Claire?" My mother's voice called through the house, with the sound of footsteps approaching.

I closed Tanya's door. If she woke up, there was no way in Hades that she would fall back asleep, and we'd all be buried in our pillows trying to drown out the theme song of Spy Kids...again.

"Hey," I greeted, noticing their happy expressions. Dinner must have been good, I'd decided. "Did you have a good time?"

"Yes," my mother admitted, looking around me, "Where's Tanya?"

"Sleeping," I smirked at their incredulous expressions.

"Well, then, I guess she did a good job," my dad said, cheerfully. "Now we may be able to go out more often, Wise Girl."

He must have noticed my reluctant expression because he chuckled, "I was kidding. But seriously, though, how was the little bugger?"

"Good. She didn't use her," my hands clenched at my sides, "powers."

"That's good," my mother commented, idly, "It means she's gaining more control. Maybe she'll be able to go to camp soon," she bit her lip, as if pondering the idea.

This conversation wasn't easing my irritation. "Chiron from camp called."

Green and gray eyes turned to look at me. Good. I got their attention. My mother, as expected, was the first to react, "Oh, and what did he say?"

"He wanted you to Iris message him."

They shared a look. "O-okay, I'll go do that." My mother hurried off in search of mist and a drachma.

My father grimaced, "Figures we can't even have one day of normalcy."

"Not even on your anniversary," I quipped.

He ruffled my hair, "Better get ready for bed, kid. You look beat."

As if on cue, I yawned. "I'm not tired," my words were slurred, as if to prove his point.

Dad chuckled and pushed me towards my room, "Go to sleep."

"But-"

"Sleep. Now."

"Fine," I muttered before marching off towards my room. I was kinda tired. Okay, that was a lie. I was majorly tired.

My eyes drooped slightly, and I didn't even bother changing in my pajamas. I was too comfortable...

I plopped down onto my bed and was pulled into possibly the strangest dream I'd ever had.

"You there, child," A woman hissed, lowly.

I glanced around, taking in my surroundings. Checking for others who called possibly be defined as 'child'. I was alone. Well, besides the creepy lady, of course.

"Um, hi?"

The woman snorted, "Just like your incompetent father."

"Excuse me?"

"Listen to me, child, and listen to me well," she continued, rudely, as if anything I had to say could wait until she finished.

Even people in my dreams didn't respect me. Great.

Her face was cloaked with a black hood, and I could only catch glimpses of her dark hair. She was wearing what appeared to be a dark cloak, and a gray dress/robe/toga.

My apologies. I'm not up to date on the latest fashion styles from a bazillion years ago.

"I know you envy your sister greatly. You seek...revenge."

I snorted. "I don't want, revenge..." I dragged out the word just as she had, mocking her. "And I don't envy her!"

"Yes, you do, child. I have seen this. I have seen you great and powerful."

"Who are you?" I demanded, trying to remember all the things my mother had taught me about strange dreams that demigods had. I wasn't a demigod, but something was telling me that this wasn't the average dream.

The hood dropped, and I suppose she was trying to be dramatic or something, but really it just seemed like something out of a bad horror movie. "I, am Nemesis, goddess of revenge."

"Well, it's been real swell meeting you," I rolled my eyes, "But your services aren't required."

"So you might think," she hissed, "but I know that you thirst for revenge against your sister. She has everything you want."

I didn't respond. This was ridiculous.

"Everything that should have been yours. Wasn't it your right as first born? Shouldn't you be the one with magnificent powers, my dear?"

Yes, a small part of me wanted to say. I shook my head and looked away. "You're wrong."

"I am never wrong when it comes to these sort of things, child. I know."

"Leave me alone."

"I have seen all the wonderful, magical things you could do if you simply received the things you deserve." She persisted.

"All you need is a little help," she paused, and lips pulled up into a smirk, "I'll be in touch. Do not forget this conversation, child."

"Claire! Claire!"

I awoke to Tanya tugging at my hair. Wonderful wake-up call, huh?

"What?" I asked, groggily, my voice still thick with sleep.

"We're going to camp! We're going to camp!" She cheered.

Somehow, I knew that Nemesis had finished that conversation at that convenient moment, purposely.

I glanced at Tanya, who was beaming with joy.

She danced around, waving her hands, and moving just like water.

I knew she was right. I was jealous. I wanted to be special, too. But...how?


-Sticky Notes-

Nemesis, Greek goddess of revenge, was known for tempting people into seeking revenge.

*Spoiler Alert*

In the Percy Jackson series, she has only one known child, Ethan Nakamura, who was a part of Kronos' army. It can be implied that Nemesis blames Percy for the death of her son and wishes to avenge him.

-Author Notes-

My pretty much only worry on this chapter was about how Nemesis was characterized. Criticism is welcomed and appreciated.

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