AN: I don't own anything from PJO or HoO. Please review/follow/favorite. And sorry about the whole accidentally-posting-a-chapter-from-the-wrong-story thing, that was dumb. Although I think that got deleted when I posted this, I'm not totally sure.

Diary page of Jamie di Angelo-Solace-

I was dreaming. At least I was like ninety-nine percent sure that I was dreaming-that or I had finally got crazy. I was hoping I was dreaming.

In the dream, I stood in a field of wildflowers, surrounded by trees, the sunny blue sky stretching outward above me. I was there all alone. But suddenly the ground beneath my feet began to rumble and shake. It split open, and then I was tumbling down into the shadows of the abyss. I tried to scream, but I couldn't. I could only fall, for what felt like forever.

Below me, I saw a pinprick of light. I grew bigger so fast that I was sure I would be a bug on a windshield any moment now. I fell out of the chasm, and emerged at the top of a huge cavern. Far to the left was a glowing golden metropolis, with immaculate buildings, green lawns, and a shining silver lake with three golden islands in the middle of it. Far to my right was flashes of fire, and the screams of a thousand tortured people. Stretching out in front of me was gray grass and burned trees, a million translucent people wandering around through the fields. At the far end of the gray fields was a huge obsidian palace, bloodred flags flapping over the parapets.

I knew what this place was. It was the Underworld, the place Padre used to tell me scary stories about when we went camping. And it was ruled by Hades, Padre's own father. I understood now why he always seemed to love the stories of this place.

I tried again to scream, but just before I hit the ground I slowed, so that I was just hovering. Then there was something like wind, and I was soaring along, just a few feet above the ground. The ghost-people cleared a path for me, like they knew I was coming. I shot towards the castle, and then I was rising up and flying over the castle walls. Below me was a ghostly garden, all pearly white and ruby red plants.

I lowered down, and was set neatly on my feet by the side of a pool of perfectly clear water, and was perfectly round. Set into the bottom of the pool was a mosaic made of thousands of miniscule stones, in every color. The mosaic showed two arches-one made of ivory, and the other of horn. Beyond the ivory arch, thousands of miniscule jewels glimmered and shone. Beyond the horn arch, obsidian and topaz formed a darker picture. I could only stare in awe.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I jumped. I hadn't even noticed the man come up behind me. I spun around and nearly fell into the pool. "Careful!" He caught my arm, and I was shocked to see that he could touch me. I thought that wasn't possible in dreams. "You don't want to fall in there."

The man was possibly the strangest I'd ever seen. He wore a black-and-white tux, under a long black trench coat with buttons painted white. Two huge smoky-gray wings stretched out behind him. He was totally bald, but wore a black fedora-just like my own. His face was round, but it was also foggy, not totally in focus. He held a large mahogany box, with designs of horn and ivory on it.

He let go of my arm. "I am Morpheus."

"Y-You're Morpheus? My birth dad?" I took a step back. "The god of dreams? Does that mean all this is really happening?"

"Yes, if only in your mind. That is my power. I've sent you this dream so we can talk. You can do that as well, you know-whenever my children wish it, they are free to use the gates.

"What gates?" I demanded. He pointed to the pool.

"The gates of horn and ivory, of course." He chuckled. Then there was a beeping sound, and he jumped. "Sorry, I had better take this." Morpheus opened the box. Inside were dozens of objects-a gold first place trophy, a high-heeled shoe, a shark tooth, a bowtie-and so many other objects I couldn't see them all. Morpheus fished through the box until he found what he was looking for. It was a college diploma with gilt edges and tied with a black ribbon. It was steadily pulsing with golden light, and beeping. "Oh, good. It's a Dream. Love those."

"Well, duh." I said. "You're the god of dreams."

He laughed again. "Can't deny that one."

"What do you do with them?"

"I give them to people, of course." Morpheus said. "Here it goes. I think she'll like it." He leaned over and tossed the diploma into the gate of ivory. It disappeared, and suddenly the jewels past the ivory gate twisted and changed to show a picture of a young woman grinning and holding up the diploma, surrounded by admirers.

"Okay. So you're here because I want to talk to you about-" The beeping started again. "Dammit, busy night. Just a mo." Morpheus reached into the box again, but this time pulled out a microphone pulsing with dark purple light. He winced a little. "Oh, a nightmare. Hate these, but I have to send out all the dreams that need sending." He tossed it into the gate of horns, and the image behind the gate of horns showed a boy holding a guitar step up to the microphone, and suddenly the crowd was laughing. The boy went red.

"Why would you give him such an embarrassing anxiety dream?" I asked, frowning. "That's awful. Why couldn't you give that guy a happy dream, like the first lady?"

"That's not how dreams work, daughter."

"Jamie." I said, glaring at him.

"Huh?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"My name is Jamie. That's the name my real dad's gave me, clear?"

"Yes. Sorry. I did have a reason for calling you here, It's important that I warn you. There is something coming. Something…. bad."

"Is there any way you could be a bit more cryptic? I can almost figure out what you're saying."

"Sorry." Morpheus winced. I seemed to have hurt his feelings with the jab about my real Dad and Padre. "I can't tell you quite what it is. I don't know myself. But there are rumors that it's coming for the children of the greatest heroes alive. And that includes you, Jamie. You need to be ready."

"For what?"

"I told you, I don't-" The beeping started up again. "I have to take that. But just thought I ought to warn you. And remember, ever need to send a dream message or figure what's going on in someones head, the gates are open to your use. Just concentrate in a dream, and you'll be here. Then just concentrate again."

Then I was floating upward again, across the graying fields of wandering ghosts below, up through the crevice, and into the clouds above.

I sat bolt upright in bed, at home. At first I hoped that maybe my conversation with Chiron had just been a dream, too, but-I knew it wasn't.

The day before-

I jogged up to the centaur, who was waiting for me on the pier, where nobody could hear us. "What's going on? Did I do something wrong?" I asked, worriedly.

"You've done nothing wrong, Jane-Amelia." Chiron said, and I went bright red.

"Please don't call me that. It's Jamie."

"I apologize, Jamie. You're here because I need to talk to you, about a prophecy."

"A who what how much?"

"A prophecy. They predict the future. And I fear that the latest prophecy is about you and the children of the seven."

"What is the prophecy?" I asked. "Are we in some sort of danger?"

"I'm afraid so. Perhaps you had better hear the prophecy yourself." He led me through the camp, up a hill, and to a cave. Sitting inside, praying at a small stone altar, was a woman with red hair. I guessed she was around my parents age, maybe a couple years older then them. She looked up, and she had a kind freckled face, and wore a tie over a faded blue t-shirt and jeans. At first glance, she looked like someone you might see working in an arts-and-crafts store, but there was an uncanny wisdom in her bright eyes that surprised me. "Rachel, this is Jamie. Jamie, our oracle, Rachel. Rachel, I believe Jamie was part of the new prophecy.

Rachel stood up, brushing off the knees of her jeans. "You're Nico and Will's daughter, right?" I nodded. Rachel gave Chiron a worried look. "Not until sixteen. That was the deal."

"I know, but they were attacked and their parents had no choice but to bring them here."

"Alright," Rachel said. "You want me to tell her the prophecy."

"Yes."

"You might want to sit down, Jamie." Rachel said, giving me a look of kindness and pity. I shook my head. And then Rachel told me the prophecy that would change my life forever.

I rubbed my eyes and rolled out of bed. Today was Saturday, and Percy had promised to take Fred, Tay, Theo, Mira, and I to Camp Half-Blood. Charles had homework-apparently he had volunteered for summer school. School. Gods, school started in two weeks. How could I just go back to school and pretend none of this ever happened? It seemed impossible.

I dressed in my black hoodie, white tank top with a black skull stuck on a sword design on the front, red mini skirt, black leggings, and black leather boots with silver buckles. And Padre's ring, of course. And the fedora. Now that I knew Morpheus wore it, I had second thoughts about bringing it. But my jerky godly dad's fashion sense didn't mean I couldn't wear my favorite (and only) hat.

I slid down the stairs railing, which was polished from years of me sliding down it.

Dad was already in the kitchen, frying eggs sunny-side up. He always woke with the sun. He wore a purple Camp Jupiter University Alumni t-shirt and jeans. Padre was, unsurprisingly, still snoring away upstairs. It usually takes Dad and I working together to pull him out of bed on the weekends.

"Morning," Dad beamed. "Percy and the others will be here soon. Breakfast?"
"I'm good." I said. "Not really hungry." I tried to smile back, but it faltered and faded to a worried frown. Not exactly what I was going for.

"Everything okay?" Dad asked, sitting down across from me at the kitchen table. "You look worried about something."

"I just had… a nasty dream. And yesterday at camp…"

"Yeah?"

"Nothing." I shook my head and stood up. "I'm going to wait for Percy outside, okay?" He tried to argue, but I was already in the hallway, slinging my bow and the quiver of arrows on my back and closing the front door behind me.

Diary pages of Frederick Chase-Jackson

Something was wrong with Jamie. I didn't know what it was, but I was determined to find out. I was still guilty about leaving her to the Nemean Lion the other day, so I figured I owed it to her to make sure she was okay. My friends were sparring with some children of Hermes in the arena, so I pulled Jamie aside while they were distracted.

"What's up?" Jamie asked. I have to admit, I find her pretty intimidating. Sharp brown eyes, goth clothes, and an air about her that says not to mess with her. Remind me never to get on her bad side.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "You just seem really... worried about something."

"I'm fine," Jamie said, but she wouldn't meet my eyes. "It's nothing."

"In my experience, when people say it's "nothing", then it means its actually "really really important". C'mon, what is it?"

"I'm not sure." Jamie said, chewing the inside of her cheek. "I mean, it seems bad. But I don't really…."

"Come on." I led her out of the arena, towards the deserted dining pavilion. I picked up two of the magical crystal goblets and tossed her one. "Have a soda. Hades, it's summer vacation! Have an eggnog!" She laughed. "Seriously, if your parents ever heard that last sentence they would impale me on their swords. Just have a soda, I like my intestines where they are."

"Don't worry, wasn't planning on anything else." Janie laughed again, and I noticed how nice her smile was.

That's a silly thought, I told myself, though I wasn't sure if I believed it. I just quickly focused on making pepsi appear in my goblet.

I sat down cross-legged on top of the Poseidon table, and she sat next to me with her legs dangling over the side. She ran her fingers around the top of the crystal goblet, making a strange hollow ringing sound. "What's wrong, Jamie?"

She let out a long sigh, and the goblet filled with orange soda. "It's something I heard yesterday. A prophecy."

"How'd it go?" I asked, wondering. If a prophecy was bugging Jamie that bad, then it must be somethingcrazy important. And if she didn't want to tell me, then it must also have something to do with me or one of the others.

"It's…

"Daughter of dreaming and children of fate,

go to the darkness through the black gate.

To battle the monsters they fear most of all,

or the same will most surely devour us all."

"Daughter of dreaming…" I mumbled. "Chiron and this Rachel think that's you?"

She frowned into her soda. "Yeah. But that prophecy just doesn't sound good to me. And then last night I had a dream about my birth dad, Morpheus…." She told me all about her dream. "The line of the prophecy and something he said are bugging me. The gate… but I'm not sure yet. Maybe it means the gates to the Underworld, y'know? That would make sense."

"Shouldn't we tell the others about this? Or the head counselors here?" She nodded slowly.

"Yeah. Tell Chiron we're having a war meeting. And it's time for him to tell the whole camp about this new prophecy."

AN: I'm so proud of myself for coming up with that prophecy! Usually I suck at prophecies, but I like that one (and if you diss it I hate you. That's a joke. Mostly.). ANYway, please leave a review/follow/favorite. Later, alligator!