I have several points to make:

One; GreekGeek7, this isn't the same as chapter 2, but I see where you might get that impression. Good thinking.

Two; I try my very hardest to update as often as possible, and I only get ONE REVIEW?!?!?!?! I AM OFFENDED. Please review more. If you have any suggestions as to how you think the story should go, please, tell me. I really want your input.

Three; I now for all of you who read Chapter 6, apologize. I couldn't find my little spark of creativity. He was out in Tahiti. However, I got a message from him, and am raring to go and start writing soon.

Four; I'm not really offended, just a little . . . well . . . insert your own adjective here. I am unable to find the right word. And that's saying something.

Chapter Seven

I Am No Longer Able To Sleep

We stared at the guy who said this last statement.

I heard an uncontrolled laughing. It took me a couple of seconds to realize it was my own.

"You're Morpheus? Right! Now what's the punch line?" And I busted out laughing again.

"Percy . . ." Annabeth trailed off as I picked up a good sized rock and lobbed at this guy's head.

Grover winced.

I didn't see it hit because it just vanished into thin air. Two seconds later, I felt a sharp searing pain on the back of my head as something bounced off it.

I picked up the guilty object. It was the rock I'd chucked at this guy's head.

I threw it again. It hit me again. Grover winced again.

"You see kid, my aura is causing anything that might happen to me happen to you instead." Morpheus snickered.

In my intense rage, I charged with Riptide. Morpheus stepped out of the way, stuck out a foot, tripped me again, made me land flat on my face, and, to add insult to injury, made the rock hit me in the back of the head.

Grover winced again.