So, I'm reallllyy happy! I have a lot planned (ya know, if y'all want me to keep going with the story) for this, but I'm not sure we'll have many chapters after this one before the end! Maybe this one, and then two-three more…hmm. Anyway, I'm also planning a third story to go after this one :D YAY!

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO…sadly! D: Nooo!

Mori's POV

I sigh and run a hand through my hair, praying to every god I know that they heard me. Well, that Carrie heard me. I can't have them all think I'm a traitor, now can I?

I quietly crawl into bed, not wanting to let Hypnos hear.

Okay, here's the deal: Hypnos thinks I'm on his side and that I'm not 'daddy's little girl' (which I'm not!) so that I can maybe get Dina and my friends out of here. I shake my head.

Why is it always me?

The next morning, I hop out of bed, throwing on my black jean Bermudas, black t-shirt, and black jean jacket with the gray hood. Slipping into my beat up Converse, I look at the clock on my side table. Good. Only 8. I put my hair in a neat French braid and put my dagger and arrows/bow in their correct places before heading upstairs to the roof.

Yes, you heard me right. The roof. You see, Hypnos, for some reason, likes to eat on the roof. But hey, I don't argue. Free food!

He smiles when he sees me. "There you are, Morisana." I flinch at my name. "Breakfast?"

I nod and sit down, digging in to the fancy waffles. Halfway through, I raise my head. "What about the others?"

He smiles again. "Oh, yes. That reminds me." He puts his hands down and his smile disappears. I tense. "You see, Morisana, they're just…not working out for me. Too much of a trouble." No. This wasn't part of the plan! He sighs. "We may have to let them go."

He continues to eat his waffles as if he had just said 'pass the butter' instead of 'hey, we gotta kill your friends'! I shake my head. "You swore on the river Styx!"

Another smile. "No, I swore, quote, 'I will not harm them in any way'. I said I will not harm them. I never said my servents wouldn't." He motions to a younf demigod standing guard at the door, holding a very scary spear.

I gulp.

Well, the score is now:

Hypnos: 1

Mori: 0

Oh boy…I'm screwed!