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"That was a mistake you could not afford to make," Calyda stood before me. We were in a raspberry orchard. The sun was rising over the strawberry plains, casting hues of red and orange throughout the sky. "Because you sat at that poker table, you were in there an extra week!"

"Didn't you want me to be stuck in there?" I asked, confused. The monster had obviously been Calyda's servant.

"Well, of course. Yet, you are my daughter and I don't want you to make stupid mistakes," she huffed with frustration, "I don't want a silly, stupid girl as my daughter. Which, you are a stupid silly girl. I'm here to change that." She pulled out a sword and tossed it to me, "You need to use your wits." She smirked and stepped back, "time for you to train."

"Train for what?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes, "Use your brain, Rose. Figure these things out." I stood still for a few seconds before I knew I had come to the right conclusion.

"You're a goddess who wants to destroy the other gods," I had already known this, "the gods have yet to declare war, yet they will soon. You want me to fight for you, because for some reason, I'm important to this war." I had to say it out loud for it to make sense. I still didn't know what this quest was for, but I had a feeling I would know once the prophecy was fulfilled.

Thunder clouds rolled in, and it began to pour. Calyda had disappeared, and I was alone in the raspberry orchard. The ground was mushy, and I realized I was barefoot. There was a cry, and I turned to see a little girl sitting in a cage. The cage wasn't made of metal. It was made of raspberry bushes, which in case you didn't know, are embedded with thorns. The little girl had big yellow eyes, and pale skin. She was sobbing, and crying out, "Mommy! Help me!"

I had this tug in my heart, and I knew that my mission in this dream was to save the little girl. I began to circle the cage, looking out for what was coming. The rain was dimming my sense of smell and sight, and sound. Everything was harder to detect.

I heard a "whoosh" from behind. I whirled around. Nothing. I heard a crack from beside me. I turned. I saw nothing. I was shivering from the cold. Yet, it was nothing compared to what the child was feeling. Next thing I knew, I was facing a man with harsh brown eyes. He had a beard, and his hair was graying. He had broad shoulders, and he held a lightning rod.

"Move away, girl," he hissed, "that child must be destroyed. Nothing that evil should exist. She should have never been sired."

I hesitantly turned to look at the young girl. She looked at me with sad, scared eyes. She wasn't evil. She was confused, and lost. The man took this time to attack me.

Thunder clapped through the air, and lightning struck the ground. The man suddenly had a lightning bolt in his hands. I fell to the ground, trying to stay away from the tip of this weapon. I tried to block him with a sword, but he easily shot the sword out of my hands. His bolt touched my hand, and it sent electricity through my body. I laid on the ground, feeling as if my body was on fire.

The man walked past me, and pulled the child out of the cage, his hands not harmed by the thorns.

I looked in the child's eyes, I saw myself.

"Come along, Rose," the man said to the child.

That's when I woke.

Nico was shaking me awake. We were landing in Paris. When we had waited for the plane, neither of us had spoken. We were so shaken up. Two weeks of my life had disappeared, even though it had felt like just a few hours! We didn't have anything to say about it, but our minds were racing. As excited as I was for Paris, I just couldn't shake the feeling.

Nico and I found a small bed and breakfast by the Eiffel Tower, but we didn't take any time to relax. We instantly went up the Eiffel Tower. I don't want to bore you with stupid details, but the Eiffel tower was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Nico was very calm as we climbed the stairs, but I was squealing. I wished I had a camera to take pictures. If only this was a laid back vacation. I found a way to really just enjoy the time though. That's what I liked about myself. I could just enjoy the little things.

We found nothing. We searched and wandered the Eiffel Tower, yet there was nothing. We left the tower, hours later, empty handed. Our energy was drained and we had pretty much lost faith. We had gone all this way, and found nothing. We didn't even know what to do next.

"Well, we can't rush this quest. Let's do some sightseeing," I handed Nico a map I had found. He rolled his eyes. I knew what he was going to say, we aren't here to play. "If we looked around, we could see what we are missing," I reasoned. He sighed and didn't have the energy to fight.

We wandered around, enjoying the pretty weather. That's when I saw it. Right in front of us was a beautiful river. We could take a boat ride. I yanked Nico onto a boat and we began to drift down the river.

"This would be so romantic if I was riding this with someone I love!" I squealed, imagining what it would be like. Let me set you straight, I'm not a romantic person. I don't believe in teen dating or any stupid crap like that. I just think it would be cute because it's fun to imagine things like that. Nico made a face. Nico wasn't a normal teenage boy. He didn't worry about girls, zits or his muscle mass. He had monsters and lives to worry about. He was really different than everyone else.

That's when I saw something stir in the river. There was a sudden splash, and Nico and I were soaking wet. We leaned over the boat and saw a figure in the water.

"Oh my god, I think it's a mermaid," I gasped.

"Let me guess, you've always wanted to be a mermaid," Nico mocked.

"Well yeah! Who wouldn't want to be a mermaid?" I said in awe. That's when a head of a woman stuck out of the river. "Um…" Let me tell you, it was awkward. She looked up at us with big, innocent blue eyes. Her tail stuck out of the water. I turned to Nico, "You didn't tell me mermaids existed!"

He rolled his eyes, "She's a naiad. Mermaids don't exist, Rose."

"Yeah, yeah," I smirked and looked down at the beautiful naiad, "What do you want?" I didn't ask it in a nasty tone. I asked it in a childish, fascinated tone.

"You are here looking for the next clue," her voice was soft and a little bit shaken. "Yet it is too late. Someone else is after the clues as well."

Nico and I looked at each other, with a hesitant 'great' look. This was not what we had hoped to look. This quest was hard enough without someone else trying to beat us to the final whatever-it-is.

"Who?" Nico asked, although he wasn't expecting an answer. It looked like he didn't like naiads very much.

The naiads face darkened and she didn't answer Nico's question.

"I am on your side," she told us, "the thing you were supposed to find was a pair of shoes that were from the oldest museum in the united states. I suppose you should know what to do now. Please hurry. I do not want the goddess to take over the world."

She smiled at Nico, "Goodbye and thank you for listening." She kissed his cheek and dipped into the water.

"I really like naiads. It's too bad I'm not one," I said, looking at the water in awe. Naiads were beautiful, gentle and sweet. "She was so helpful! Let's go to an internet café and find out where the oldest museum in the world is."

We walked over to the café and found out that the oldest museum in the United States was in Charleston, South Carolina.

"Nico…" I looked over my shoulder to see a black man with yellow eyes watching us. "We need to go, now."