Disclaimer: The title is from Cinderella's A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes.

CHAPTER 5: Have Faith In Your Dreams And Someday…

You know how teachers and Disney keep telling us to follow our dreams?

I have two words for them…

Fuck you.

One would think that I might finally rest after going without sleep. But nooo. Even my subconscious won't let me rest, or maybe it's just one god trying to fuck me up while I'm asleep.

Yeah, apparently they can do that. Because, you know, fucking gods are real.

I'm blaming Morpheus and Hypnos. Gods of dreams and sleep. Respectively, of course.

So where to start. Ah, yes. Why in the name of Mother Bitch are two of the gods fighting like two-year-olds? And the Big Three, nonetheless. They kept shoving each other back and forth.

I swear, if these two weren't destroying Montauk with storms and hurricanes- and did I mention Sharknados? The horses horsing around? And the attack of the pooping eagles? Are they on laxatives, or some shit?- I would've had popcorn and my phone to tape it.

"Give it back. Give it back," the one in a blue greek toga growled. The dude looked like a bloody body builder, all natural and without the steroids. I couldn't see features from here, but if his body was anything to go by, he would be handsome.

And apparently so was the other one. He was wearing a green toga. And he kept silent.

Both seemed to know that greeny didn't have it, but both were too prideful to tell the other so. Bluey didn't want to admit being wrong, and greeny would not say anything until bluey apologized.

Or maybe they were afraid to admit that it was someone they locked away a long, long time ago. That is, if the cold, terrifying voice coming from way down under was to go by.

"Go on… children…," the voice hissed, goading them. And instinctively, I knew it wasn't their third brother.

Even from my perch on the roof of our cabin I could feel the apprehension and their willingness for their squabble to go on, as long as they ignored the unwanted and unwelcome presence.

I thought that a glimpse of the near apocalypse would be enough, but nooo.

I was in an empty white room. I tried to move. Keyword: tried.

Why the fuck am I in a strait-jacket?

The sound of struggling made me look around. There were six chairs set in a circle, and now each chair had an occupant with a strait jacket. We were all about the same age.

"So," the only blond in the room began, but was cut off by the punk girl.

"Jason," she said disbelievingly. The boy- Jason looked at her.

He was also bewildered, "Thalia."

They tried to go to each other, but couldn't. Apparently, aside from the white strait jackets we were stuck to the white metal chairs, by thick white leather straps on our legs, chest and necks. Lovely.

And why the hell is everything white?

I cleared my throat, "Does anyone know anyone here? Anyone else. 'Cause I sure don't."

They all looked at me. I raised an eyebrow and sighed.

"Fine, I'll start. It's not like I have anything better to do…" Fuck dream spaces and awkward conversations. I sighed and put on a preppy grin. "Hello, strangers stuck with me in the land of Everywhere and Nowhere. My name is Percillia Jackson, but please call me Perci. Pleased to meet you…"

"Thalia Grace," the raven-haired punk said. She pointed at the blond. "This is my baby brother, Jason Grace."

"Oi," Jason, cried indignantly.

"Bianca di Angelo," said the Italian chick, with back hair and eyes.

Her male, younger look-alike piped with, "Nico di Angelo, pleased to meet you."

"Hazel Levesque," said the dark-skinned girl.

And before anything happened, the scene abruptly changed, again. That was seriously so, very… counterproductive.

And I'm in another roomless-room. I don't know how that is; it just is.

There were three old women dressed in white robes, their dark hair in a loose bun, with strands framing their bronze-tanned faces. Despite their chosen age they looked ethereal.

I did something that honestly left me shocked.

I bowed, "Ladies Fate."

I was polite?! What? But it was necessary. These bitches could ruin my life. And they, apparently, could read minds, if their raised eyebrows were any indication. Fuck. Ugh!

I think one chuckled. Nice, laugh at my pain. More, giggles. Huh.

"Rise," the Moirai said as one. "Rise, Favored of Fate."

Dramatic much. But that implication has many...implications. But I only think it means I'm gonna have one hard-ass life while they have the time of their lives watching.

One of them snorted, she had the big shears. Atropos, she who cuts the thread.

I sighed, "Uh… why am I here exactly?"

Like yes, they are some sort of family. I think they are my great-something aunts. If my dad is who I think he is, and I'm pretty confident, then yeah. I think.

"You'll hurt your head thinking about it," one said dismissively, she was sitting in front a beautiful spindle. Clotho, she who spins the thread.

"And you are here because we are going to give you a gift," the one in the middle said. She was holding a scroll. Lachesis, the measurer of the thread.

"Um, not to be rude, but," I began. "Divine gifts, or gifts in general really, are not given for free. What do you want in return? And shouldn't I have to prove myself or some shit?"

They looked at each other, and Clotho raised an eyebrow at the others, as if saying ha! see, I told you so, with pride and triumph. Okay.

"You already have," they said in unison this time. "One too many times, daughter of the sea."

"So, the gift, I suppose, is to help me in the… non-mortal world?" I ignored the last part. Not now. Victory dance later.

"Yes," they agreed. "No mortal has ever been given such ability, therefore it might be… painful at first. But you are already asleep, so… hopefully it won't be as excruciating as it would have been were you awake."

Not as excruciating. Wonderful. "And would you… I don't know, tell me what that gift is."

They smirked, "And what would be the fun in that?"

Dammit. Of course not. I sighed.

"So…-" I'm ADHD, sue me. "- What now?"

"The gift is implementing itself in you now," they replied.

"Pardon?"

"It's downloading."

"That… makes no sense whatsoever."

"If we gave it to you all at once," they paused for dramatic effect, I guess. Are all immortals like that? "Your brain would shatter then combust."

Hmm. Lovely. "When does the pain kick in…?"

"When you wake up. You'll have a migraine. The intensity depends. It is our first time."

Silence. Uncomfortable silence, for me atleast. I groaned and plopped down on the floor. They chuckled.

"Can I call you aunties?"

"Um…," they seemed genuinely surprised. "No one has ever acknowledged us as family before."

"Well, you are," I answered honestly. "Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten. And I don't mean Odysseus Nobody, okay?" It's one of my favorite quotes. And no, it's not childish. Family is precious and should be cherished. Even if cherished means kicking their ass when they are being retarded.

They smiled a warm, soft smile. "You can call us… aunties."

"I was gonna do it anyway," I said offhandedly. "So, what do ya do around here? Besides messing up people's lives."

They raised an eyebrow but didn't comment.

"You seriously do nothing else?" They shook their heads. "Nothing? Nothing at all?"

Fuck. Poor, poor aunties. I shook my head and sighed. "Next time I'm here, we're doing renovations."

"What makes you think you'll coming again?" They asked, almost amused but curious.

"You," I answered. "You said I was your 'Favored'. Plus, like I said before, you, my bitches, are family. I'd bet my shiny-diamond-trophy that, no matter how close you three are, you want to rip each others' throats out from time to time. And boredom. Boredom is really boring." They shook their heads amusedly.

"Off you go then," they said as the scene began to fade. "Oh, and as for your gift, it will start at… level one? Hm, yeah, level one is a good way of putting it. The more you practice with and use it the more stronger it'll get." I don't think I was supposed to hear them murmuring, or not. They could've waited until I left, "You already are developing your powers at a faster rate than most of your knid."

"Very subtle aunties," I grinned. "And I'm just cool like that." I blew them a kiss.

They sent me a smirk just as I woke up.