I rubbed the back of my head as I started to get out of the van then I remembered what hydras could do and tried to get back in but Jessica grabbed me and shoved me in front of them. Percy was right. It was an army of hyrdas. That and a whole lot of Hellhounds. They're so cute and fluffy it's to imagine them being bad.

I ducked to avoid an income of fire from a hissing hydra. I rubbed the crystal on my bracelet and out came Dreams and then I began, well tried, to slice off all the heads but boy are those things quick. I got one but two grew back in it's place and I felt like dying right there and then. Three hours passed and I was freaking tired. Gods. A howling sound broke me out of my tired senses just enough for me to duck again at the oncoming wave of fire. I ran out of the way and watched as Annabeth who was charred head to toe, pull out a lighter which blasted out a huge burst of fire, killing half of the hydras. Now she brings it out. We could have used that three damn hours ago. I scanned the hydras. Just three thousand and fourty-six (3,046) more to go. The rest of the hydras were attacking Annabeth now for killing their friends and everyone but Grover ran to help her. He was experiencing some minor difficulties. I picked up my sword and chucked it at the Hellhound. My aim wasn't so good and it nearly hit Grover in the chest. He would've shouted at me but he pulled it out of the ground and stabbed the Hellhound in the chest before he ran away to avoid the other Hellhounds and help attack the hydras. So now I was on my own. I turned around and stared at the Hellhounds in front of me. A luring feeling washed over me and stupidly I began to walk towards them while everyone shouted my name, being too busy to stop me. I reached out and touched the leader of the pack's nose. Time to seemed to slow down and I was in a yard, in front of a house. A little boy was laughing, rubbing a dog's nose. It looked kind of like a baby Hellhound. The boy giggled as the dog licked him. I realized that everything seemed different. People were dressed up oddly. Then I realized something else. This was the past. A woman stepped out of the front door. She reminded of the lady in the black and white photo.

"Nico, it's time for dinner," she whispered, smiling.

Little Nico got up and rubbed the Hellhound's nose again. "Stay, Blackie." Such a typical name for a Hellhound.

Then he turned around and ran inside. When the lady closed the door Blackie barked at a cat that had jumped down from a nearby tree and hissed at him. He chased the cat until a dogcatcher grabbed him and shoved him into the car. I assumed because of the Mist he probably thought it was a stray or something. Time quickened up and I was pulled out of my trance. I rubbed his nose and took several steps back, wondering why exactly Nico would be in the past. Namely the 20th century (1900s). Blackie followed obediently and so did his pack. He barked at the hyrdas who stopped trying to fight and throw lava at everybody. I stopped in front of Nico and slid to the side. Frowning he put his sword in his sheath and rubbed the dog's nose, smiling now that he remembered who it was. I sighed and made my back over to the van, twirling my index finger in my hair once I plopped down. I noticed Annabeth looked a little disappointed and she even still had her lighter out to burn the hydras with. I mouthed 'Sorry' but she only shrugged as though she didn't mind. We started driving gain while the Helhounds ran off and the hydras followed, hissing at us. I leaned back against the window again and sighed. And on we go.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the back of the seat. Two hundred million, sixty seven more miles to go (200,000,067). Nice number. I sat there, waiting for my Mom to wake me up and tell it was dream. I hoped once this was over I could just disappear from the minds and hearts of everyone at camp and just return to a normal life for a deaf kid. Then there was this loud bang and we all turned around to find a cracked window and the hydras had abandoned the Hellounds and were running after us, bursting out lava. The second flame actually burst through the window and before I could duck it hit my head. Thankfully I turned around to scream and Percy to drive faster as everyone started to get out their weapons. I noticed a crackling sound in my ear. Forgetting about taking out my weapon, my hand flew to my ear and as soon as I touched my aids I knew instantly what was wrong. The were extremely hot but I went against the pain and tugged them both off. They were broken, dead, couldn't be repaired, whatever you want. My chance at hearing for the rest of my life was gone and I was never going to get it back. Everbody stopped what they were doing for a moment until Jessica said something that got them back on track. I didn't do anything. I couldn't think. I mean how would you feel if, for your whole you've never been able to hear and then all of a sudden you get this crazy miracle happen to you and you can hear again then stupidly something else happens and that miracle is ruined. You'd, probably, end up just like me, upset, annoyed and angry. I silently cried as Percy pulled over and everyone got out of the car. I didn't move, not an inch. After several minutes of crying, I wiped away my tears and freed my mind as I gripped my sword in my hand.

I walked out of the van and noticed everyone was, once again, charred from head to toe, except Percy because of his wonderful invulnerability (of course I've heard the story, everyone's had to have heard the story at least on their way there). I closed my eyes just when Annabeth's fingers fumbled and she dropped her lighter. I searched for a dream, a nightmare, a memory even, letting my denfensive instincts take over as the hydras atacked. A little girl was screaming, shouting for help. The place she was in was on fire. I felt her rolling around her sleep, scared out of mind. I imagined the fire disappearing and it appearing my outstretched hand. When I opened my eyes a huge flame of fire sat in my hand. I threw it at the hyrda that had swiped Annabeth's lighter. He got hit and dropped the lighter which Annabeth grabed and opened instantly. The hydras all died and I slumped against the door of the van, feeling as though all the energy had been sucked out of me. Nico came towards me handing me something. It looked like a bar of chocolate but as it touched my mouth I was reminded of Mom's oreo smoothies - the first batch, the one she put too much oreos and ice cream in and not enough milk. Mmmm, so creamy. I felt awakened by a new source of energy and managed to turn around to look at the only piece of transportation that was around. I think the lighter might have been part of the fact it was dead, that and the hydras.

"Guess we're walking," Percy said after a while

Everyone nodded in agreement. Wonderful, one hundred million miles to go... on foot. Yay!

If you don't see the sarcasm, you're an idiot.

Out of all the stuff we managed to save from the car, that wasn't scorched to the point of never being used my stuff was not any of them. The stuff of my things that had lived were, my IPod (Thank you, Apollo), the diary and my flashlight so I could read. So sadly I still ended up like our dear Emily. Percy made me a bed made completely of water but unfornately he got distracted by Annabeth when she walked out from behind a bunch of trees, in her summer pjamas which consisted of a shirt that came above her stomach and shorts, very short shorts. He started to drool and grabbed her, dragging her by the arm to his tent he was sharing with Grover who left it immediately and slid into Annabeth's one room tent. I prayed they'd be quiet when doing whatever they had to do. I wasn't the only one who was spared stuff though. Grover's picture of Juniper, Annabeth's books and toy dolphin she had brought along, most of Percy's clothes and one of Jessica's make-up bag were all burned in the fire. Nico hardly brought any stuff so he was good. The good was that we still had food. Annabeth had the Hecate Cabin put some magic over the backpack so that it was water-proof and flame-proof. She was going to do that for the rest of us but unfornately we had to go and she couldn't.

So I ended up on the cold hard ground staring at sky, thinking about what I had done. How I grabbed something from a dream and it didn't even hurt. I thought about it for a while and shook my head. I was getting way in over my head. I closed my eyes and drifted off into Dreamland.

- Dream -

I stood in a garden. It was covered in black roses and when I looked up to the sky I noticed it was a dark black and that the clouds were blood-red. I looked around. A man with glowing golden eyes walked out. He had black hair and a small gray beard. He wore a plain, gold t-shirt and some jeans. He smiled this creepy smile and strolled over to me, his hands shoved into his pockets. I prayed he wouldn't do anything to me that would make me have nightmares, oh how I despise of them.

"Emily, oh you precious child you," he whispered.

I took a step back. "Who are you?"

"No one you need to know about, well, just not know," he said, still smiling. It was starting to scare me. "Emily, just to warn you about... certain things. People you thought you could trust will end up betraying you and your friends. Like... a certain Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon will."

I stood there mouth open, in complete shock that Percy would betray us, but when you think about it he kind of does have the advantage of betraying us so he could do it without thinking, seeing as he doesn't think all that much. But what about Annabeth. I know that as fact he loves her and would give up his life before hers but what if that loving thing was just a ploy to trick us into believing that he would never hurt any of us as long as she told him not to or they could be in it together. It hurts when you think this much.

"Look, all you have to do is stab him in his weak spot, a tiny spot on his back, opposite his navel. Once you're done with him you can help me be free of this human prison and I can live back with my wife and five kids and never have to see the Gods again," he said. His voice cracked and had a sound of pain in it when he mentioned seeing his wife and five kids.

I thought about it for a while. If the Gods locked him in here there had to be a reason.

"Why?" I asked.

He frowned. "Why what?"

"Why should I help you if the Gods locked you up in here? There has to be a reason."

"They locked me up because I declared my love for my wife more powerful than them themselves and that I would stay with my wife forever unlike they ever did, cheating on their wives and husbands," he grumbled.

I had to admit it was a pretty, darn, good reason as to why they'd locked him up. Man the Gods have

"What would I gain from this?" I questioned.

"The world not ending, lots and lots of respect and might I add that you could possibly gain the respect from someone you love dearly," he answered, "but this is no time to think about it. You must act know, the fate of the world depends on it."

And then I woke up.

- End of Dream -

"Nightmares are horrible little things aren't they," someone murmured. "Unfornately they can be useful.

I woke up, panting and sweating though I have no clue as to why I was. Annabeth was squatting down next to me, a wet cloth resting on my head. She set it on her bacpack and helped me up. Pain shot through my back as I stretched to get the cricks out of back. I moaned and groaned. Annabeth flashed my an 'I'm Sorry' smile and shrug , which consisted of part of her lips in a frown and the other half smiling and a shrug. She stood and held her which I took thankfully and stood up. And on with the rotten, dirty quest, which I want out of now. For all I care Jessica can lead. I just want to live. That and I lost my only chance to the world of hearing... I thought until Annabeth handed me some that were exactly like mine. Then I realized they were mine and I tugged them on.

'Thank you, kind soul which I love,' I prayed.

And on with the quest.

Two miles, three monsters, one hill, one and a half hours, no idea where we are.

"Where are we?" Grover asked.

"No idea," Annabeth replied.

Seven miles, four monsters, two cars, no offers, three hours, no idea where we are headed.

"Where are we going?" I moaned.

"No idea," Annabeth replied.

Eleven miles, five monsters, two cars, one truck no offers, four hours, no idea where we are.

This was going to be a long day.