--Signs--

Rachel Pov.

Nothing ever looks right. Not to me anyway. I keep telling myself that it will go away, that every time I look at a tree, it's just a tree. Not a letter made of tree branches. And even if it was a letter, the only ones I can identify are 'E' and 'D' nothing else. I keep telling myself that the foam in my coffee does not look like a tree and that the next tree I look at does not look like an 'E'. But I go to Camp-half-Blood anyway. I keep telling myself that nothing is wrong. Everything's fine.

But when I get there, no ones there. And the Hypnos cabin is on fire.

But it never spreads.

Just stays right there.

Right in the doorway.

Then.

I woke up.