A/N I know the last chapter really sucked. Im so sorry about that! I really suck at writing dreams, but I hope it wasn't THAT bad.

Artemis-girl123- I know it wasn't great. So thanks for the nice review. I promise this chapter is a lot better.

farawayfromnowhere- Sorry for the wait! I don't want you to die!

I DO NOT OWN PJO

Chris POV

My eyes shot open and I lay in my bed, cold sweat covering my body. Frightening dreams such as those ones I had just experienced were not rare. Ever since I returned home from Hamilton, New York, I have been having haunting nightmares. They're usually extremely scary; at least last tonight's weren't so bad. Most of the time they show dead bodies, blades covered in blood, murderers, etc. I know they don't sound very scary, but to me, they're real. And those images will haunt me for ever, the images of that knife shining in the light of the moon imprinted into my mind.

I looked around and started freaking out because I didn't recognize the room i was in. I peeled the damp covers off of my body, my tired stretching accompanied with an equally exhausted yawn. Whenever I have those bad dreams, I don't get a very good night's sleep (and I have them every night). I walked across the large room and opened the door a crack. A loud grunt escaped my throat as a brilliant light reached my eyes. For a few moments, my eyes were forced to stay closed lest being blinded. Even when they opened, they were still fluttering and blinking a few times. When I could finally see clearly, I straightened up and studied my surroundings.

It looked like I was in Heaven. Even though the room, or house, was dim, there were ocean decorations glittering all around me. Gold seahorse creatures hung above and beautiful water plants were placed on the walls and tables. Even the walls themselves shone and glimmered, the gray stone shimmering from unseen light. To me, it was so godly and beautiful that for a while, I actually considered the fact that I could be dead. It wouldn't have mattered to me though. After what had happened, I wouldn't have minded at all. Although because of what I had done, I didn't think I belonged in Heaven. But I have already been living the past few weeks in Hell.

I stood in amazement, wondering, although not really minding, where I was. Only when I looked down at my body and found a orange shirt with "Camp Half-Blood" printed across it did I recall what had happened.

I knew that I was in a camp for demigods and I was sleeping in the cabin made for Poseidon's children, even though I am not in any way, shape, or form a child of the sea god. For one thing, I have two parents. They may not be much like parents- they probably don't even care that I'm gone- but I do have two of them. They love each other, and my mom would never, in a thousand years, betray my father. Not even for a Greek god.

Another reason why I can't possibly be an offspring of a god is because Greek gods don't even exist. I'm not even sure if the God that Christians and Jews worship is real. All I know for sure is that Greek gods can't possibly exist. If there were really gods and demigods and monsters around, I think I would have noticed before.

The only reasonable explanation for what has happened to me in the past day or two is that I am dreaming. I have to be. I refuse to believe in the gods, or in the monsters. I would consider the option that I'm surrounded by insane people, but I seriously doubt the people at this camp are crazy. I've met crazy people and I know that they don't act like this. Everyone at this camp seems pretty sane, despite being one hundred percent convinced that they are half god. They act like normal people, say pretty normal things, and they aren't obsessive about the gods, like most insane people are about their beliefs.

I decided to go along with my dream until I woke up and got on with my miserable life. I opened the door a little wider, and then I pushed it completely open. My body shivered as my bare feet made contact with the marble floor. The stone felt shockingly colder than the shaggy carpet in the girls' part of the cabin. I cautiously inched my way into the main room of the cabin. I let my feet take me around the room as I studied everything around me. there was a long rectangular table next to the door I had just exited. On the opposite side of the room, near the door which I assumed lead to the boys' room, there was a small kitchen. I had no idea what the kitchen was for though, seeing as the campers seemed to always have their meals in the huge dining room.

In the middle of the room, there was the beautiful fountain I had seen when I first walked into the cabin. Behind the fountain, near the back of the cabin, were a few small stairs that went down to an area with couches and carpet. Mounted on the wall was a huge flat screen tv. I was amazed, wondering how the heck I didn't notice it before. After all, it was a hundred inch flat screen. I was smiling to myself, thinking how this dream has some serious style, when a voice that was all too familiar said harshly, "Enjoying yourself?"

Hey! It's great to be back! now, please! in your review, I would love it if you guys would try and guess who it is that is talking to her at the end. I want to know if I'm doing a good job keeping the story mysterious enough, and I want to know if I can keep you guys interested in this story.

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