you guys have no idea how much fun I had writing this chapter. Betty-Ann is probably my second favorite character to work with (besides Twyla and my own who tie for first place. I love working with Twyla as well because of how much I love her author, but I'm afraid of messing up her point of view so I tend to limit interactions with her to friendly interactions with someone else), and I love messing with Elisabeth's mind. I'm on spring break though! I love spring break! It means I can write more!

Reviews:

AtruxDragneel - Thanks for the positive review! I also enjoyed writing in Nolan's point of view, but I don't do it very often because I'm not male. Have a nice day as well.

Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure Mr. Riordan wouldn't have spent over an hour discussing possible classes for next year and how to make everything fit with his mum, like I did last night. Therefore, I am not him, and have no rights to Leo or his world.

Betty-Ann POV

I woke up the next morning feeling exhausted. Maybe its our own fault for staying up so late talking, but that didn't make it any better. I rolled over in the bed. Our bedroom was kind of nice but really plain. It had one bed, two windows, off white walls and gray carpet. We had all ended up sharing the big bed, which last night we thought might have been a problem, but ended up not being that bad. Twyla and I sat down with our backs to the wall on each side of the bed but when we tried to make room for Elisabeth in between us, she shook her head and sat down at our feet. We sat there and talked for a really long time I didn't mind to much, it was fun talking with Elisabeth. Twyla didn't talk to me that much, but that wasn't anything new. She was talking to Elisabeth though, which must have been something that happened on the train, because normally Twyla doesn't talk to any of us except Nolan and Nico. When we decided it was time to sleep she had just curled up at our feet like a dog. I don't know how she did it, but she said that she was used to it. That night I didn't have any dreams surprisingly. When I woke up sunlight was streaming through the windows. Elisabeth was already awake.

"What time is it?" I asked quietly, trying not to wake up Twyla who was sleeping soundly next to me.

"Eight thirty. You missed quite a beautiful sunrise today. We will need to wake up Twyla soon though to have breakfast with the others." She whispered back to me.

"Wait, you were up for sunrise today? What time did you wake up?" I asked incredulously.

"Five thirty- ish" She shrugged.

"Elisabeth," I said sternly, "We went to bed at eleven, six hours of sleep is not healthy."

"Six and a half hours of sleep is completely normal for me. Stop worrying and go get dressed. I asked about the weather and they are expecting an unnaturally cold day today. Prepare for low 40 degree Fahrenheit weather."

I nodded and grabbed some clothes out of my bag. I stepped into the bathroom and put on my clothes, a long, flowing, light emerald dress. I took a moment after getting dressed to brush my silver hair. It was getting kind of long, I probably need to cut it sometime soon. I stopped to look at my tattoos. No matter how many times I stop to study them I still manage to find something new in them. Maybe that's because they move every time I perform magic, but it still fills me with wonder. I opened the bathroom door up a crack and peaked out, Elisabeth was busy trying to wake Twyla. I closed the door quietly and summoned a bit of magic. Not enough to do anything to my surroundings, just enough to make the whites and pupils of my eyes the same shade of green as my irises. I looked at myself in the mirror again. I felt like a different person already. The way my eyes glowed green seemed to frame my face in a different light. The tattoos on my hands and wrists swirled violently, the seething black curling in and out of itself. I let the magic go and the tattoos froze. I looked up at my eyes and saw a hint of glow from the irises before it went out and my eyes went back to normal. I smiled at my reflection, I loved doing that.

I stepped out of the bathroom and looked at the other two. Twyla rushed into the bathroom to change. In a few minutes she came out looking slightly refreshed. Then we all headed out of our room. Twyla went over to Rain's room and knocked on that door while Elisabeth and I went to the boys' room and knocked there. It took a few minutes but a sleepy looking Jakob opened the door.

"Wha' you want?" he mumbled, blinking his eyes repeatedly.

"Get ready and get the others up. We are going to breakfast." Elisabeth ordered.

Jakob just shut the door. Elisabeth looked at me and shrugged, I laughed. We headed out to the entrance hall.

The hotel didn't provide food for us so we were planning on heading to a local restaurant, we had let everyone know that last night. After a few minutes of waiting Twyla joined us in the entrance hall. Barely a minutes after she joined us Rain came in, followed by Nolan and Leo. We waited for the rest of the boys to come but there was no sign of them. Finally, with barely a few minutes to spare before 9:30, Jakob, Brian, and Carl stumbled into the entrance hall.

"What took you guys so long?" I asked, " Elisabeth and I told you to get ready over half an hour ago."

"These idiots wouldn't get up," Jakob grumbled, pointing at the other two "I tried."

The others looked at each other and shrugged. I chuckled at their interactions and began to walk to the door with Elisabeth. We were going to go eat breakfast at Arby's, one of the fast food restaurants in the center of the town. It wasn't actually breakfast, but it was cheap and quick, two of the requirements on all of our stops. I ordered a burger and a small curly fries to share with Elisabeth and Twyla. We sat down at one of the longer tables and began to discuss what we could do next.

"We need to talk to some of the locals about the asylum and the legends surrounding it. There are some stories that never make it out of the town they originated in, and those stories could give us the advantage we need." Elisabeth stated, popping a curly fry into her mouth.

"No way, we need to check the asylum out for ourselves. These mortals can only tell us so much, the mist will have muddled with the stories." Rain argued back in a hushed voice.

"Guys," Nolan said, looking somewhat nervous, "I don't think checking out the asylum is a choice if we don't want to get ambushed."

He proceeded to tell us about his dream. I glanced over at Elisabeth when he began talking about the little girl with charmspeak. Her brow was furrowed deeply and she looked like she was in denial. She shook her head and began firing questions at Nolan.

"How old do you think the girl was?"

"Umm... twelve-ish?" Nolan said looking unsure.

"Are you sure that her appearance didn't change at all and that she wasn't covered in mist?"

"Definitely."

"And you said that she had more powerful charm speak than Piper?"

"Yeah, maybe Piper would be more powerful if she had several more years of practice, but this kid felt like she could have made me do anything, including kill you guys. But she didn't, she just politely asked me to leave so that she could talk to 'her Lady Chaos'."

"She mentioned her mistress Nefati, you said she was to empousae queen from your first dream, right?"

"Yeah, and the kid was definitely loyal to her. She spoke like everything she did was in Nefati's name for Nefati's cause."

Elisabeth shook her head, "Describe her again, did she have any birth marks or other defining features?"

"I swear she looked a lot like you Elisabeth. She had short blonde hair that was the same shade as yours and the same style as Betty-Ann," he said gesturing at me, "She would have gone up to your chin. Her eyes were bright blue with specks of gray. And by blue, I mean striking blue like Thalia's. She was dressed in a white sleeve-less dress like the ones Circe's attendants wear. She didn't have any shoes on even though the floor was concrete and it must have been freezing. She had a few freckles on her shoulders and was really pale, like she didn't go out in the sun much."

"No, she just burns and freckles instead of tanning" Elisabeth muttered under her breathe. I looked at her questioningly again, but she wasn't looking at us, her eyes were focusing on something near the door of the shop.

"There's no way..." She said quietly, her gaze locked on the door.

I followed her gaze. A family of five had just entered the restaurant. There was a mom and Dad, a small blond boy who looked like he might be in third grade, a brown haired boy who was probably just barely shorter than Elisabeth, and a girl with glasses and the same shade of brown hair as the taller boy. The girl cast a bored glance over the entire restaurant. She almost turned away but then she shot back around and looked straight at Elisabeth. Elisabeth beckoned at her, and the girl turned around to ask her mother something, pointing at our table. I turned around to ask Elisabeth who these people were, but she was already gone.

I shot back around and, sure enough, she was halfway to the family already. I quickly got up and followed her. As I approached them I heard the girl say "Elisabeth?" in an unsure tone. Elisabeth looks close to tears but smiles brightly

"Sydney." She confirms, scooping the short girl up into a hug.

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