My dreams were still not pleasant. Horatia and her subjects were at their new lair, standing on the rooftop. The sky was dim and overcast. Some of her servants and allies were very angry with her.

"Look, I know you're mad at me, and you have good reason to be, but I'm still very powerful and formidable. Just look at the chaos we've caused under my great leadership."

"She's right." Geryon mentioned.

Chrysaor nodded in agreement. "She does have a point there."

"But we've lost several allies. Phobos and Deimos were defeated and imprisoned in the Underworld. Keto, Phorcys and Janus were sent to Mount Olympus and later on imprisoned by Hephaestus. Ella was freed from mind control, and all of our other human or partially human mercenaries were killed by Calypso and the seven demigods. Not to mention that Clytius was killed by the combined efforts of Khione and Annabeth." Melinoe said. "We're spreading ourselves too thin."

"We're very close to victory. Aren't we?" Hercules asked, looking at the girl formerly known as Diana.

Horatia nodded at him. "We are." She looked back at the crowd. "The only gods left on Mount Olympus are Zeus, Ares, Aphrodite, Dionysus, Hephaestus and Hebe. This is the lowest amount of residents Mount Olympus has had in centuries, millennia even! And with most of these gods fighting each other in endless combat, the time is right to launch the final phase of the plan."

"What about Demeter?" Zethes asked.

Horatia smirked. "She left for Florida about a month ago. She's disconnected herself from the world of the gods. Obviously, Persephone is with her husband Hades. And everyone else is either in my clutches, joined me, scattered across the globe or otherwise incapable of stopping me."

"So why exactly are we causing chaos?" Pasiphae asked.

"Because there is an item on Mount Olympus. Once I get my hands on it, I must then burn it to achieve ultimate power. However, that said object is in a glass container that is guarded by the gods. The less gods there are, the less security, and the easier it will be to obtain that said item. Beforehand, there is something else close to the most desired object. That second object must be broken, or if nothing else, opened again. Once I get my hands on the heavily guarded item and burn it, that ultimate power is mine!"

"You seem to have a plan, even if you won't tell us everything." Koios stated.

"I would, but I like keeping you guys on your toes. Also, what fun is there in spoiling the surprise? You'll all find out soon enough."

"Although I have a question for you; if you died twice, why don't you accept any offers of god-level immortality?" Antaeus inquired.

"Two reasons; the first being that I'm a hunter of Artemis and can live forever, and second, if I were to accept being a goddess, I'd lose the little humanity I have left, since my mother was a nymph who gave up her powers. I must keep my humanness for a while longer."

"But why?" Atlas asked.

She smirked. "You'll see." She snapped her fingers. "Athena!"

The goddess of wisdom bowed down before Horatia. "Yes, mistress Diana?"

"Tell me the quickest route to the Throne Room of Olympus from the entrance at the Empire State building."

The dream shifted to Gwen. She was running, but she wasn't being chased. She was tripped up and started tumbling down a mountain. She eventually landed in a pile of rose bushes. The thorns scratched her and she yelped in pain. She was no longer wearing her formal outfit from Circe, but instead wore black jean shorts that exposed her legs to the cold air, a purple Camp Jupiter t-shirt with a leather jacket and black combat boots. Her hair was in a messy ponytail and she looked really tired and somewhat injured. She still wore the bracelet around her left wrist. Then she looked away from it sadly.

You're all alone, aren't you? Tired, hungry and oh so lonely.

"Leave me alone."

Why? I'm trying to help you.

"I said, 'Leave me alone!'"

But you're all alone in more ways than one. They know you're the daughter of death himself. Everyone at camp knows who you really are, including your beloved Michael. Your husband doesn't love you anymore and the curse of Camp Jupiter only got worse because of your actions. You thought you could save the camp, but you ultimately doomed everyone!

"No... You're lying!"

Would I lie to you, Gwendolyn Ishimaya?

Gwen breathed in and out before slowly getting up. She saw blood dripping down her legs from cuts on her lower thigh. She sighed. "Why should I believe you?"

He doesn't love you anymore. You're all alone. Your father hates you, your grandparents are gone, and your husband has no feelings for you.

Gwen ran. She already knew her father didn't care much about her safety, and at this point, she too was being reckless. She jumped over wet electrical wires as she ran towards a city.

"Get out of my head!"

I'm not in your head, young necromancer.

"I said, 'Get out!'"

She closed and tried to banish the evil presence. She started screaming. She stumbled and started walking backwards until her back was towards a cliff. She saw a pack of wolves coming towards her. She hesitated. She didn't want to kill them, but she didn't want to die.

You're as dark and evil as your father. You're just as horrible as he is! Isn't that what you called him in the past?

She didn't answer. She looked at the cliff below her. The fall would be hundreds of feet in the air. She walked with her back to the cliff. With sorrow in her heart, she jumped off, deciding to face her father. She looked at her bracelet as she fell. She closed her eyes and I woke up with a start. I breathed heavily for about ten seconds, then fell back first onto my bed. My alarm was about to go off in five minutes. Instead of sleeping some more, I got up, got into my battle gear and went to the mess hall, waiting for the others.