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Now it really must be a dream. Why would my dad be in the middle of a battle field. And why was I here? He strode toward me and I backed away.

"Em, I can explain."

"I know it's just a dream. I'm sure you can."

"Oh no. Lets get you back to the house. C'mon. Hurry!"

He ran the way we came and I followed. As we were running, I saw the pig I had been wondering about. It was flying around. Guess in my dream, it came to life.

We arrived home and went up the stairs. I sat on the couch just like I normally would. I grabbed at my necklace like a nervous habit, it was a silver half moon locket.

"Emma, we have a lot to talk about." Dad said.

"Great, but lemme wake up first."

"Em, your not dreaming."

"Yeah sure, whatever"

I walked into my room and the bed was empty. Messy as if I had just woken up, which is the way I always leave it. Oh God! All of that was real wasn't it!?

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

"All that stuff I just saw..."

"Yes. It was real."

And then it hit me. That boy with sea green eyes, that girl with spiky hair, those were Percy and Thalia. Characters from my dad's stories. My dad wasn't lying when he said that he only recorded the stories, he didn't create them. Everything my dad wrote about was true. That's why it all seemed vaguely familiar.

"I can see through the Mist."

The Mist was something that sheltered the events of the God world from the mortals. Instead of seeing the battle, they saw something completely normal.

"That's not everything. I am the Senior Scribe of a Camp you know about-"

"Camp Half Blood."

"Thats right. Everything I write down in my books, well its real. My next book, is about what you just saw. I didn't make anything up. Although many people think I am an amazing writer because of it, but no. They are all stories of real events that actually happened."

"I met Percy and Thalia."

"Indeed you did. Two very good kids."

"So how do I fit into this all? Why can I see through it?" I feared that I already new that answer.

"Well Em. You're a demigod."