Okay, my gods. The reviews I get for this? You guys make me want to melt into a pile of mushy, gooey happiness. You're so nice!

I noticed lots of people mentioning how refreshing the monster's POV was. Well, I'm glad you liked it, because I did for you! *points at you from screen* You, Soldier Boy, you!

If anyone knows what the Soldier Boy thing is from, please tell me, because I have no clue what it means.

I also received many compliments on my writing. Thank you, everybody! I'll be here all week!

Just kidding! Thank you all so much. Seriously, it means a lot to have people I've never met judge me by my writing and my writing alone. Not by appearance, or reputation, or whatever. Just by what I write and how I write it.

Now, this will NOT be a monster's POV!

*boos from nonexistent audience*

Before you start throwing fruit, let me explain!

*crowd calms*

Thank you. Anyway, this chapter will be from...

- A secret POV! -

*more boos*

Oh, come on! I'm letting you guess the point of view!

*muffled sounds of dissent and annoyance*

How about this: next time, YOU send in OCs and I'll choose the POV from that! And if you don't send in OCs, then you have no right to be mad at me for doing it in a POV you don't like!

*sniffs, then murmurs of assent*

Excellent!

Now, before we begin...

I DISCLAIM THIS! IT'S NOT MINE!

There. That takes care of that.

NOW we can begin.

Unknown POV

When I saw the girl in the plaza, my first thought was this: the poor dear got a bad dye job.

I mean, really, there was a streak of gray in her hair. And she was obviously a teenager. Unless she was incredibly stressed out, the only answer was that she had a bad stylist.

Other than the gray, she really wasn't that bad to look at. Curly honey-blonde hair, athletic figure that I myself would kill for, elegant features. Honestly, quite an American girl. Not that I would know. I was raised British.

But then I saw her eyes, and those just killed it.

Her eyes were a startling shade of... gray? No, it couldn't be. No one really had gray eyes. It was pale bluish-green, it had to be. Maybe a trick of the light?

No. I saw those eyes. They were gray storm clouds... No, they were liquid silver... No, they were definitely storm clouds. This girl was impatiently waiting for someone outside of a pizza place.

Something about her seemed off. I should know; I'm a bit off myself.

(No, I'm not crazy. I'm just too awe-inspiring for you poor normal people to comprehend.)

She had an aura about her. Something... cool. Something intelligent. Something not quite human.

My eyes widened. Not human.

I was about to confront the "girl" and demand she reveal herself to be... well, whatever she was, when someone approached her.

A boy.

A very nice-looking boy.

(No, I wasn't going to flirt with him. I already have a very nice-looking, if somewhat strange, boyfriend.)

He had mussed up black hair, a slim but obviously well-built frame, and nice features. He had a sort of scruffy image, like a skateboarder. His only problem was that he, too, had a gray streak in his hair. Some sort of fad? Were they part of a cult? Was it a weird boyfriend/girlfriend bonding thing (because they were obviously dating)?

He had strange eyes, too. They were green; bright, piercing, stormy, deep, swirling, and constantly shifting shades, but always perfectly, unmistakably green.

He had an aura, too. Not of cool intelligence, but of raw, unpredictable power.

These were most certainly not normal humans.

Before I could stop myself, I approached them.

As I approached, I heard them speaking.

"You are an idiot, Percy."

So the boy was Percy. Hmm... sounds British. I approve!

"But that's why I have you, Annabeth!"

Annabeth... huh. Pretty, I suppose.

"I won't always be there to help you, Seaweed Brain!"

That was strange.

"Why not?"

"Because there are other thing I might be doing! I have a job, you know. A very important one."

"More important than me?" Percy pouted. His green eyes swirled with many emotions. Mainly sadness and utter adorableness, but there was something... deeper. An almost broken quality to his eyes. A spiderweb of cracks spanning his irises, like his irises were the sea, contained by a glass container that was slowly breaking.

I immediately wanted to go comfort him. Poor thing! Nothing was more important than him.

I shook myself. What magic was this?

Annabeth looked cool and in control. "Not buying it."

Percy scowled and made a face at her. The cracks in his eyes disappeared, hidden by playful anger.

Annabeth was laughing now. Her calmness had disappeared, replaced by teary eyes and a happy smile. I realized with a shock that I hadn't realized that she could smile. It made her eyes shine. They looked less like a storm and more like polished silver.

"Wise Girl!" Percy whined. "Stop laughing at me!"

Wise Girl? These two just kept getting stranger and stranger.

Annabeth shook her head at him, finally stopping her laughter.

Suddenly Percy stiffened. "Something's wrong. We're being watched."

He turned slightly and laid his suddenly angry eyes on me.

Annabeth whirled to face me, her face hardening and gaze sharpening. Between the two of them, I felt as though a razor was being taken to my skin. Better yet, they had laser vision and they were currently cooking me with their glares.

Not one to go down without a fight, I straightened up and glared right back at them. They didn't flinch. Neither did I.

After a moment of awkward staring, Annabeth muttered something to Percy, then pointed in my direction. Percy nodded a bit and walked over to me, not breaking eye contact.

"What do you want?" he asks, his demanding voice very different from the playful tone I'd heard moments before.

"Nothing," I replied evenly, still glaring at him, trying to look down on him (a hard feat, seeing as he was a good foot and a half taller than me).

Annabeth came up beside him and snapped her fingers. Immediately, something came over me. I didn't understand what was going on. I just felt like a wave of comfort was washing over me...

I sat upright in bed. It was dark out and it was Brooklyn, so I couldn't see the stars, but the moon shone brightly.

Like Annabeth's eyes...

I shook my head and glared at my ivory headrest. "You're supposed to keep the weird dreams out," I hissed at it.

Something was telling me that it wasn't just any dream. I wasn't in ba form during it. In fact, it felt so real...

But what was I doing in the plaza in the first place?

I shook my head, then tried bonking the side of my head with my hand to jog my memory. Nothing.

"Another sign it was just a dream," I said with a sigh. "Maybe even a normal dream for once."

I was trying to convince myself, but deep down, I knew that I didn't believe it, either.

Something was going on. Something big.

Dun dun DUNNNNNNNNNNNN!

I think we all know whose POV this was. If not, here is you answer!

*drumroll*

...

- SADIE KANE! -

Yippee!

Yep, I went there.

Hey, I was bored. I had nothing to do at 4 in the morning besides sleep, and that was the one thing I did NOT want to do.

I can't believe I wrote this whole chapter in one sitting! I'm pretty proud of myself.

*awarded medal for writing a whole chapter in one sitting at 4 in the morning*

Thank you, thank you, and thank you!

Now I gotta run. It's late, I'm moderately sleepy and I do need the recharge!

It's 4:18.

SHEBANG!

Love ya! lulu