Disclaimer in chapter 1. A/N: (Khthonia) Now we'll try to have only English for the rest of the story. I wrote this one and Anily is working on the next one. Short, I know, sorry.

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(Deathra's POV)CHAPTER THREE- DEATHRA GETS A MESSAGE

"Sixtine, comment avez-vous eu ces billets?" A voice said in French. (Sistine, where did you get these tickets?)

"You can speak English, can't you? And I was going to New York anyway with someone but she decided not to come." Another replied.

"A Ami? And I can but Pas bon." The first stated in half-English half-French. (A friend? And I can but no good.)

"Winter, my friend was from America like me and the flight attendants know us. Either you try to talk English or I'll say that she forgot her English when she was there." The second stated.

"OK. I'll try. But how will you explain why we look, how do you say, different?" The first, Winter, wondered.

"Uh," The second voice paused and there was a sound like something being pulled out of a plastic bag. "Here, put these on."

"A hat and sunglasses?" Winter sounded confused. "Sistine, what if they still know?"

Sistine didn't say anything.

I waited for someone to say something in the dream but when someone began to, their voice was faint.

I opened my eyes, confused about it. I rubbed my head and back, both sore because I spent the night on a tree branch.

"Hey, sleepy head! Get down here! It's nine a.m.!" Arethousa stated.

"Coming." I muttered as I climbed down.

"Sistine, I had this weird vision about a girl. She looked just like me but her hair was black." Winter's voice said in my head.

I jerked and lost my grip on the branch, falling about fifteen yards above the ground.

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My head hurts whenever something touches it since that fall- even days after. Well, when I woke up again, Inferno was in Phoenix form and was placing a few of her fiery feathers on me. When each one touched my skin, it grew brighter and the fire on it grew. When she had finished placing the tenth feather on me, my vision blurred and suddenly all I saw was red and orange flicking all around me.

"Ah!" Fire! I was surrounded in fire! I quickly sat up, gasping, just as the flames began to go down. I stared at Inferno. "What was that?!"

The guardian can use their "element" to help the person they're watching over if they're hurt. Too bad it doesn't work both ways. Inferno muttered.

"So you're fire?" I wondered.

Inferno nodded- it looks weird when a bird nods... We're both fire, actually. Windstorm and Claimeral are air, Miltiades and his person is earth and Arethousa and her person are water.

"Oh." I stood as the fire went out. I grabbed the lion skin which, luckily, I took off before that accident. "Let's get going."

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"You say the girl's name is Deathra? What type of name is that?" Sistine's voice inquired.

"I don't know. Maybe that girl liked death-based things and they added the 'ra'. I mean, who knows?" Winter replied.

"I think that was the case." I whispered.

Arethousa cocked and eyebrow at me. "Did you say something?"

"Huh? Um, no." I think I was turning the shade of red that Inferno's feathers were.

Arethousa shook her head and turned we continued to walk.

Inferno was in the lead as her red-headed human self, fire as always dancing on her face. Miltiades was next, still a satyr- I guess satyrs don't really want to be fully human. Windstorm was next to him, trying out her human form: she had wild, wind-like (time to time I think that it was air) pale-blond hair, pale skin, sky-blue eyes and she looked about four feet seven. Arethousa was more-or-less ahead of me than next, and being an Oceanid, there wasn't much change she was human like she was now. Dark black hair that shimmered in the light making you think it was a deep blue- maybe it was-, an olive-colored complexion and eyes even deeper than the deepest blue you've ever seen. I was starting to drag behind towards Luke, whose mind was wandering off.

"Do you think you saw her somewhere? Deathra, I mean." Sistine still sounded confused.

"I have a faint memory... Something having to do with my early childhood... Like when I was less than a year old... Deathra, this other girl that looked like us but had half blond half brown hair and I we looking over this, this pit. Deathra and the other girl decided to jump and looked to me to see if I wanted to go with them but I decided that something was wrong or that I was going to be needed out of the pit later on and left... Like I said, the memory is faint." Winter said.

"Uh-huh. Never mind." Sistine muttered, sounding as if she regretted asking.

But I remembered that memory. It was from before we joined Kronos.

Was Winter a goddess? More importantly, is she my sister?

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"We need to get a faster way to get to L.A." Luke mumbled.

I nodded, fearing that if I spoke I would say what I was thinking.

"Stream?" Arethousa wondered, pointing to a small river nearby.

"Deathra is Hades' child- rivers, lakes, seas, oceans, those are all Poseidon's. Do you think it would be safe for her right now?" Inferno replied.

"I would suggest the air, since Zeus didn't fry us last time but I can't carry more than two people." Windstorm stated.

"Too bad there isn't a train or something when you need it." Miltiades muttered.

"LUKE!" A female voice yelled.

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In seconds, we were surrounded by, by... I couldn't tell who yet but there were silver arrows flying everywhere. Arethousa pulled out her own arrow and then the arrows stopped.

"Arethousa," Another female voice said, but this time it was more gentle- gentle but commanding.

Arethousa knelt quickly and her bow and arrows disappeared. "Lady Artemis. What brings you here?"

"Rise." The second voice- now everyone who didn't know (I think I was the only one) it was Artemis- replied. "Thalia said she felt a strong sense around here."

"A goddess, Lady Artemis." The first who now I clearly knew as Thalia reminded.

A goddess... But there are no- oh right. That will be me- Deathra, a daughter of Hades and Persephone.

Inferno said my thoughts for me. The only other goddess here, Lady Artemis, is Deathra. But right now she's no more than a Demigod for scent, being turned mortal.

"No, not Deathra. Someone else." Thalia stated.