DISCLAIMER: Same stuff as before.

Sleeping without a headrest is the worst idea ever. Never try this.

Immediately after I fall asleep, I have the oddest sensation ever; I feel myself leaving my body. When I look down, I see myself asleep. Seeing myself in person is just wrong.

Then I remember. This must be my ba. I glance quickly at my arms, but they are not arms any longer. They are the colourful wings of a bird. My feet are talons, and my body is covered in brilliantly coloured feathers.

"Oh, no," I groan inwardly. I can't let other people see me as the Skye-headed chicken-bird! I force my ba to take on a more appealing appearance. Imagining what I actually look like, I change. Now, I am still wearing my nightgown, but I don't mind, as long as I'm not a chicken anymore.

Wait a minute! Nolan said only the very powerful magicians can do that! But no time to further contemplate. Invisible winds swirl around me and lift me out of my room and into a chaotic realm of darkness.

When the darkness clears, I discover that I'm in Camp Half-Blood, in the Athena Cabin. My previous cabin mates sleep on peacefully, completely ignorant of my sudden appearance.

But there is one person already awake. Annabeth. She sits on her bunk, legs swinging out from under her. Her blonde hair is a tangled mess, and her eyes look red from tiredness. I feel like she's been waiting for my appearance. I shiver from the thought. Who's been keeping her awake?

She stares right at me and says, "Skye, I can see you. What are you doing here?"

"You're dreaming," I reply, hoping this isn't actually happening.

"Really?" Annabeth pinches herself hard. "Ow! I don't think I am."

"Well, I'm dreaming, at any rate. Things are different here."

"What is it like? The Egyptians, I mean."

"They're quite nice, actually. And they don't wear clothing made from animals. The animal's life force interferes with magic. They only wear cotton and man-made materials."

"Have you told them anything about your parents, yet?"

"I told one bo-person." I amend myself. I'm not about to tell Annabeth I told a boy.

"Be careful who you tell, Skye."

Before I can ask her to elaborate on the previous comment, the wind takes me to a chamber of pure gold. Torches provide the only light, and they are not that bright, either.

It is a circular chamber, with gates at one end, a throne at another, and in the centre there is a set of scales. This must be the entrance to the afterlife.

As I watch the throne, a man appears. His skin is a cocoa brown colour and his face proud and handsome. I can't help but notice he reminds me of someone. He wears an Italian suit, and in his hands he holds the symbols of a pharaoh. The crook and flail. But on another reality, he wears the crown and robes of a pharaoh, and his skin is sky blue. This should have shocked me, but it doesn't.

"Welcome, Skye Ellison, to the Room of Judgement," the pharaoh guy says.

"Who are you, and why am I here?"

"You really should have slept with your head on the headrest. Carter did not, and what he saw was horrifying to say the least. You are lucky." The guy straightens his
back against the throne. "I am Julius Kane, and Osiris."

Ah. Osiris reminds me of Carter. "The Lord of the Dead," I mutter, hoping he doesn't hear me. He does.

"You recognized me?" Osiris seems surprised. "You must have studied up."

"Not really. I just knew."

"Your father's influence, no doubt. Even now, I can see both of them in you, and your mother, too."

"You mean Athena?" How does this guy know Athena? The gods must be more entangled up with each other than I thought.

"No, I meant your stepmother. She misses you greatly."

I gasp in shock. "Did she and my father pass through this Judgement place?"

"Yes, and they both made it, too." Osiris sighs, a heavy sigh filled with remorse and regret. "They should not have died that way, murdered by demons, but they
thought only of protecting you."

"Protecting me? Why?"

"You are the first Crossover. Your parents knew your mother was Athena and your father was hosting Thoth just before you were born. And because they were protecting you, as all parents should."

"Will everyone stop being so cryptic about who I am?" I yell. "Just tell me!"

"We all have told you. You are the first Crossover."

The chamber/throne room melts before my eyes and suddenly, I am at the Caldecott Tunnel, the entrance to Camp Jupiter. The wind pushes me inside, across the Little Tiber.

I see many Roman demigods rushing about. They all seem to be preparing for a quest-or stocking up for a war. The scrawny kid Octavian looks particularly worked up.

"Find her! She's a danger to us all!" He screeches. He sounds like a harpy. It really hurts my eardrums.

"Octavian, how can you be so sure that the Greeks have ganged up against us with some other demigods?" Reyna inquires politely, but underneath the poker face, I can tell her emotions are roiling. She doesn't believe for a second we'd do this to her.

"The Pillow Pets and Jupiter's thunder and lightning told me!" Octavian insists, then points at the Temple of Jupiter. "And that Skye girl was in the middle of the whole thing!"

I'm wretched from the dream, and I wake up back in my body, gasping. He knows about me!