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I shoot upright, fear causing my body to tremble uncontrollably.

Another night, another demigod dream.

They have been plaguing me recently, transporting my dream self to a misty plane, every night without fail.

I say misty plane because I can never remember much about them, just small details here and there. It's like my memories are locked in another room and I'm standing on the other side of the door. I cam occasionally hear snippets of conversation, or see shadows of movement, but it's not much to go off. Yet, there are three things that I always remember: a deep, chilling voice; an overwhelming sense of fear, and the knowledge that I have to do as the voice says.

Not that I ever know too much about that until I have to carry out an order. Even then I'm not too sure what I'm doing. I get a compulsion in my brain: a small, niggling feeling in the of my mind that tells me to do something. If I don't, it grows and grows and grows until it's like a chorus of voices that boom around my head, telling me to FOLLOW THE ORDER. It hurts like Hades.

I'm not usually a rule follower. It's not in my nature; after all, I am a child of Hermes and we all take after him in more ways tha- don't take pride in that! Father has abandoned all of us!

What was I thinking about? Oh yeah, I'm not one to follow the rules. If not for the throbbing, I would refuse to do half the stuff that I'm asked to do. I don't agree with all of it fully, but a part of me always says that it's for the greater good. Of course, another part screams at me to not listen, but I tend to ignore that part. It might also be because I remember the voice threatening to do this to someone else instead. Someone in my family.

So I obey to protect them. My camp. My cabin.

I look around the cabin now, grateful that I had managed to not wake anyone up. Well, you never knew with Travis and Conner, but I would have thought that they'd have done something by now if they were awake. So I presume that they're still sleeping, thank the go- anyone but the gods. I have NOTHING to thank them for. My father never listened and he doesn't care. They say that they can't respond to us, that the laws stop them from interfering, but they don't even bother to claim all of their children!

I grimace as I remember the others who are sleeping on the floor. I tried to give up my bed, but they all refused. In a few months there'll be even less room than now. I don't know what we'll do when all the floorspace is used up. Annabeth may have a few ideas. I'll talk to her in the morning.

Even if we do find a place to put all the new kids, it doesn't excuse the gods' behaviour. We need to stand up for ourselves. Make them notice us. I'll do something great, and then my father may actually start to notice me beyond giving me a quest that has already been done…

NO! The gods will never recognise our achievements. We have to destroy them. Rise up together. Have a new era where half-bloods are valued and accepted. At least, I think that's what I want. That's what my mind is telling me.

I lay back on my bed as I stare at the ceiling, trying to collect my thoughts. They are jumping about everywhere, from my father, to the conversation I'll be having with Annabeth tomorrow, to what I'll be teaching tomorrow. But I can't focus. Stupid ADHD!

In my perfect world, I'd have no ADHD. I'd have no dyslexia. My mum wouldn't be insane and my father would care. All of the gods would care and pay attention to their children and we would live in harmony together and – that wont happen. So I have to fight for the next best thing, no, the best thing. A world without the gods.

I strain to remember some small detail about my dream, never able to fully concentrate but trying nevertheless. All I want is a tiny detail that would give me a clue about what's going on in my mind and why I'm being locked out of my memories. Instead, all I can remember are three (probably important) things.

One – I'll have a big task to perform soon.

Two – Something has been given to me. Where it is, I don't know.

Three – This is my last chance: his faith in my loyalty is ever decreasing.

If I fail, my family may be in danger.

So I have to try.