Why, was the first thing I thought of when I realised where I was. And it seems to be the most frequent question I've asked since I entered Camp Half Blood. But of course, I wasn't there any more. I was in La Push, freezing to death. Of all places Nico could've dumped me at, he chose here.

No. Not Nico, the voice in my head amended. The person giving him his orders.

"Course. It's got to be her hasn't it?" I grumbled at the sky.

Knowing I wouldn't get a vocal response, I gave myself a once-over.

No marks, or bruises this time. You're good to go!

I had nowhere to go but back there. I wouldn't dare risk going into the forest. Not because of Edward's warnings (those went through one ear then out the other the instant they left his lips), but because I couldn't bear to go back to Charlie's murder scene. I gave up crying and everything else ages ago.

You could always go to Angela's?

And have her talk me into doing the right thing? I don't think so. And the questions. She's too inquisitive for a human, and smart too. I'd be founded as soon as I walk through those doors asking for help.

Silence, then: Mike. He's bound to let you stay at his house?

I shivered at the idea. He'd want more than just friendship though, wouldn't he? And even if he didn't want that, then he'd want answers too. Humans. They're too curious for it to be healthy.

You know where to go. You're just buying time by arguing and giving yourself up to hypothermia.

Now that was true. I did know where to go. But the mention of hypothermia brought me back to my senses; or rather what was left of them. My conscience was right, I was giving herself up to it and I didn't even know.

My right foot suddenly became numb, followed by the left. My cheeks were the smoothest they've ever been (redder too), and my hands were slowly turning a rare shade of purple. Not good. Very not good.

I told you so…

In my frustration I yelled back at the voice, "Shut up! Just shut up!" It stopped.

Think, Bella, think. Think, think, th-

Magic.

How had I not thought of that before? I focused purely on flames. Fire, warmth, the hearth back at camp. Friends, family and laughter. Campfire's, food, singing, dancing and stories. Memories. My temperature rose. Invisible flames surrounded my body, sealing me off from the cold and keeping me warm.

Much better.

"I agree." To an onlooker or passer-by, this one sided exchange would look totally ridiculous. They'd be incredulous! Anyone sane would think I was mad. Off my rocker! Bonkers! Completely insane! But no one was there to see me. All of the streets were abandoned due to the reports of storms making their way through the small town.

I was freezing. A shirt and jeans is not something you'd wear when the weather's that cold. I looked down at my shirt and laughed. If only Nico had warned me about the storms, I would've dressed more appropriately.

You know where to go, it repeated.

"I know, doesn't mean I have to go."

You're scared.

"Damn right."

I am too, but we'll get through this. We have to get through this. You have to know why your sister did what she did. You have to know it wasn't her fault.

"There's always someone at fault. How do I know it wasn't her?"

Your sister is a pawn in a bigger game of chess.

I trudged in the direction of the Black's household, unaware, still talking to the voice with no body. I pondered. "Who's playing?" I couldn't help but wonder.

God's and Titans. Demigods and humans alike aren't safe. No one is.

"Explain."

I can't. Simple and to the point. It just couldn't tell me.

"Who are you?"

A voice in your head.

"But you are someone else." I knew she was. It wasn't me conscience, it couldn't be. The voice was a girl, like me, yes, but she sounded different. Centuries older, wiser. She was someone else completely, living inside of me and claiming to be my conscience. But the thing was I had heard the voice before. In my dreams she's always been there. When I make my decisions. When I decided to run the night of Charlie's death. She was there. She manipulated me and made me leave Charlie. And she was always there at the back of my head, unnoticed. But for how long?

"Who are you?"

Silence.

"Who are you?!" I demanded. Now was not the time to play her petty games. I wanted answers.

And I got them. One word.

Hecate.

"Wha-"

You, Bella, young Bella, will set me free.

"Why?"

Because there's a storm coming.


Hey everyone I'm back! FanFiction hasn't let me log into my account for awhile now, so I left it for a few weeks. But as you can see it's working just fine now!

Yeah, short update but very crucial for this story.

Chapter question: Has anyone watched Frozen? (It's a Disney movie that came out in cinemas near the end of last year)

I have! It was amazing and so sweet xxx. Just about everyone in my form couldn't stop singing 'let it go'. We managed to annoy half of the staff as well as some of the other classes hehehe...

If you haven't watched it, watch it. You'll love it. And for those who have watched it, watch it again. Like it did with my bestie ;)

I just want to say thank you for everyone who's read, reviewed, favoured and followed this story. You guys are the best! I checked, literally just now, and realised that this story has 50+ reviews, just over 100 followers and nearly 100 favourites! And its only 9 chapters into the story! I'm so shocked it's unreal... Oh my gosh...Thank you to everyone! I appreciate the support so much xxx

Bye for now,

- M Phoenix.


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