I would like to Alert my readers that this is the sequel to 'Just another Demigod'. Reading that first is greatly advised.

I am a ghost- oHHHHHH

I was floating. I knew I was now nothing, but at the same time I was everything. I still had my memories, especially the ones from the day I died. I couldn't see him, but I knew my dad was there. Then, I became something that resembled a human again. I was walking in a wide, empty room next to a man in oh-about his mid twenties. 'Dad?' I timidly questioned. He nodded, flashing me one of those movie-star smiles that belonged on a toothpaste commercial.

"I took a special liking to both you and your mother at first sight. Your mother, she was all for the music and light. And you, well you have some nerve, boy. Kaylina Wells? Daughter of Ares?" I blushed.

"She's different. She can fight, but she's also very smart and sweet."

"Yeah, I'm sure she is.' Apollo seemed eager to change the subject.

"Do you realize what you just did down there?' I shook my head.

"You sacrificed yourself for another. That is worthy of the Elysian Fields." I smiled, proud of myself, 'And yet, there is something holding you back, too strong for Hermes himself to deliver you to the underworld." I sighed, admittedly thinking of Kaylee. My father and I made small talk for what seemed like an hour or two.

"Okay, Jake. It's time for you to return."

"Dad- I mean Apollo- I mean… well, you know that I mean you. First of all, I don't like the nickname Jake. Second of all, do you really mean I get to live?"

"Well, you'll be a ghost, but you have to find out on your own how to completely come alive"

"Can't you tell-"

"Sorry, but Zeus doesn't like for us to communicate to our children. He's breaking us up-"

And with that, I was back at Camp Half-Blood.

I was in a depressingly small group of survivors at the main cabin area. With joy, I noticed that drew and my flute-playing-sister were among them, however, I did not see her.

I wandered towards the Ares cabin and listened for her name. I faintly heard one of her brothers ask somebody, 'Has anyone seen Kaylee? We found Dot, but not her.' Who was Dot?

A girl replied, 'Who cares about her? She's a depressed weirdo.' After that, I'd had enough. I strode towards the armor house, and looked for it. When I saw that dolaris wasn't there, I suddenly knew what Kaylee was doing. And I had to stop her.