A/N: New chapter! I hope you end up loving this story as much as I do! My one true love is this story. (I'm sorry, Aphrodite, but it's true. Mother Athena, I hope you approve.)

Lacy Isn't Lacy... Sorta

After we were settled on a ride to Manhattan, I took a nap. During my nap, I had the worst nightmare of my life.

I was standing in a dark, cold throne room. Everything was black and onyx. A man of about ten feet sat on the black stone throne. A young boy stood in front of him. The boy looked to be about twelve, with a Manhattan tan on his arms. He had shaggy black hair that mirrored my own, and eyes that took my breath away. Startling green the of the Mediterranean Sea. The eyes I see in the mirror. His eyes rolles with waves of anger. He held a blue backpack in his arms.

"Uncle, I do not have your Helm. I did not know it was missing. Let me live, and I shall tell Olympus of your missing Helm of Darkness." The boy deadpanned.

"Foolish nephew. You will never leave here. Your spirit will be sent to Asphodel within the hour. No one can save you. Not the daughter of Athena, not the Satyr, defiantly not your foolish twin. Nobody." The man laughed. Two huge, black pit bulls the size of dump trucks flanked his throne. Their glowing red eyes were focused on the boy. He reached for his pocket and produced a pen. When he uncapped it, a sword that mirrored Thanatos shone in his hand. He sliced his blade through one pit bull and it exploded like a sandcastle in a power fan.

"Foolish boy. You can not kill a Hellhound this close to Tartarus." The man laughed.

"The next thing will be you if you threaten my twin again. I will not have you drag my innocent sister into this mess until she's ready. Destiny has her own fate, and Lord Hades, I will not have you threaten my twin like that. You will regret the day you threatened Perseus Theseus and Destiny Faith Jackson."

With that, the dream switched.

A twelve year old girl with golden curls, a California tan and stormy grey eyes over the boy I now knew was my twin, Percy. His eyes fluttered open.

"How long was I out this time Wise Girl? My head hurts." Percy groaned.

"Three days, Seaweed Brain. What are you thinking about?" the girl asked.

"Destiny." Percy replied.

"Actually, we call it Fate, Seaweed Brain." The blonde laughed.

"No, not Fate, Destiny Faith, my twin sister." Percy answered. My heart panged.

"You have a twin?" the girl gasped.

"Yeah, she looks exactly like me. Mom separated the two of us when we were two. I haven't seen her since." Percy confided.

I woke up with a start somewhere in Michigan. It takes about an hour to cross the border on a train, and it looked like we were close to the border cross for the next state. I estimated I'd been asleep for four or five hours atleast.

"Hey sleepy head. How was your sleep?"

"Great. Just great." I lied. I managed to trick her this time, because she nodded.

"Alright, the place I'm taking you is for people like you." Lacy stated.

"Like what? ADHD, dyslexic and steriotyped as stupid?" I blurted.

"No. Ah, nevermind. I'll have Annabeth or Malcolm or someone explain it to you. All you need to know is that you'll be safe." Safe. I'd never really known was safe was. All the foster families I had branded me as a trouble maker because of all my expullsions. I was always running, wishing I could be home with Mom and Percy, and sometimes, even Smelly Gabe, the worst step-father in the world. He drinks beer like he needs it to survive, plays poker pretty much 24/7 and bosses my mom around. At least that's what Percy told me in his letters. He sent me one every few weeks in a special language we made up to combat our dyslexia. We called it Wateria, because we love the water. It consisted of doodles and drawings that represented letters. A trident was A, a balloon was F and so on. I missed my family more than I let on. I would do anything for one of my mom's blue chocolate chip cookies right about now.

A few hours later, I was asleep again. A new dream cropped up in my brain.

Percy was holding his sword in his hand, facing a man with pale looking akin. He was wearing one of those muscle shirts guys like to wear, black jeans, a leather jacket, combat boots and wrap around sunglasses. He held a double edged sword in his hand.

"Silly cousin. You cannot defeat me. I am the god of war. I always win a fight." the man bellowed.

"And I always lose. Let's see if we're both wrong!" Percy yelled. They were standing in the water. Percy swung his sword, clanging it against the other man's sword. The man chuckled and swung his sword at my brother. Before the blade hit him, the scene changed.

I was standing in a small apartment. It smelled like stale beer, moldy pizza and dirty laundry. An overweight, middle aged man with almost no hair sat on a couch, scratching his gut.

"Sally! More beer!" he yelled in the general direction of the kitchen. A brunette woman came out holding a beer can in one hand and a box in the other. She handed the man the can and placed the box on the floor. She opened the lid and pulled out a head. A severed, human head. Then again, it couldn't be human. Instead of hair, it had snakes. She held the head in front of the man and lifted the shades. Before he could react, a look of pure shock shot accross his face. In thirty seconds, he was stone. The scene changed.

"Wise Girl, hand me a drachma please." Percy asked, looking at the blonde beside him. She huffed and passed him a gold coin. He smiled at her.

"O Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering. Show me Sally Jackson, Upper East Side, New York." he whispered, tossing the coin into a nearby rainbow. The rainbow shimmered, showing the image ofthe same woman in my previous dream. Mom. I thought.

"Percy! How are you?" she asked.

"I'm good. I just wanted to talk to you about something that's been nagging at me for the last few days." he confided.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Destiny. I haven't seen her in ten years, only sent her letters. I miss her, Mom, why did you have to seperate us?" Mom's face lost compossure for a second.

"I had to seperate you two because together, you would be too powerful."

"But why? I know our dad is-"

Before dream-Percy could say who our dad was, I was violently shaken away by Lacy. We had arrived at our destination. I looked around the terminal. Long Island, New York. Lacy grabbed my hand and dragged me through the crowd. When we got outside, she hailed a cab. She gave the driver an address I couldn't hear and he took off. I told Lacy about my dreams regarding my twin, but not the one about my mother. I was still processing that one. After I told her, we sat in silence for the rest of the ride. It was raining in New York. Storm clouds rolled through the sky like bowling balls. Thunder clapped like a strike on a bowling lane. Lightning flashed like neon lights. Storms always messmerized me. The rain pelting the windows, making soft thudding noises, the metallic smell of the lightning, the dark hue of the storm clouds. It fascinated me. After what seemed like hours, we reached what I presumed was our destination. The cabbie gave Lacy a questioning look, as if asking if this was the right place. She just handed him a wad of Canadian bills and dragged me out. We were at the bottom of a steep hill. At the top was a huge pine tree, about twenty feet in height. Reminded me of Ottawa at Christmas time. Lacy was sniffing the air.

"Sniffing for Tisiphone or Alecto?" I asked. I must have hit a nerve, because she jolted slightly.

"N-no." she stuttered. Just then, a loud, earth shuddering bark ressonated accross the street. Lacy's face lost absolutly all colour. She yelped and kicked off her shoes. Instead of feet, however, she had goat hooves. She proceeded to kick off her leggings and grab her pipes for her backpack. She tried to play 'Winner at a Losing Game', but it didn't sound very good on her pipes. The grass began to lengthen near the source of the bark. It was a vain atrempt, however, because a huge black mass ran from a shadow accross the road and headed straight for us. I unclipped Thanatos from my bangs and it transformed into my beautiful bronze sword. Without thinking, I swung my sword at the animal. It hit it's flank. The monster bellowed with rage. It's red eyes began to glow fiercly. It pounced at Lacy, knocking her flat on her back, expelling the air from her lungs. I was left to finish the monster in front of me. I gripped Thanatos by the hilt and threw it at the black mass. It hit just below the ribcage of the beast, which exploded into dust, leaving behind my sword and an ivory bone. I turned Thanatos back into a hair clip, placed the bone thing in my backpack and grabbed hold of Lacy by the arms. I dragged her up the hill, down into the valley. I must've passed out, because the rest was black. I woke up a few hours later. I heard snippets if conversation.

"Alana, we need to get her prepaired. Zeus only knows what fury he will release when he finds out the Trident and the Helm are missing as well." a new, masculine voice proclaimed.

"Malcolm, we have to be careful. If the brothers are angry, World War III will be fought. We have twelve days to send the twins to find the Helm and the Bolt. The Trident can only be found by a child of an Olympian that isn't Poseidon. I will send a child of Ares. Perseus will search for the Bolt. Destiny the Helm." Mrs. Callahan said. How'd she get all the way to Long Island?

"Alright, but I must go. I found the one that will lead my and Annabeth's first quests. We have to go!" the boy, Malcolm, protested.

"Perseus and Destiny must choose their quest mates, but that might work." Mrs. Callahan replied. I forced my eyes open to see where I was. The first thing I saw was who the shadow in the hallway belonged to. Mrs. Callahan no longer had shoulder length red hair, but pixie cut blonde hair. Her green eyes were replaced by icy blue ones. She had a quiver of arrows and an elegant silver bow strapped to her back. Her feet hovered above the floor. The boy, Malcolm, had golden blonde curls that covered his eyes, making him look mysterious. He had a pale complexion that matched my own. Those raised in Canada tend to look like that. His eyes were captivating. A steely silver colour that reflected his emotion. I could stare at them all day if I could. That didn't work. They noticed I woke up. Mrs. Callahan was spoon feeding me pudding that tasted like buttered popcorn. It tasted good. Like home.

"Well, look who's up. You took a few hard hits from that hellhound, but you survived. Now, there's something that needs to be explained. Our normal Orientation film won't do. Malcolm, come here boy." Mrs. Callahan said. The boy came over and sat next to Mrs. Callahan.

"Well, your father didn't abandon your family. He probably still watches over you. Your dad is one of the Twelve Oplympians, the Greek gods." Malcolm explained. Coming from anybody else, it would have sounded crazy, but from Malcolm, it sounded true.

"So my dad didn't leave Mom, Percy and me. And she seperated us because she thought we'd be too powerful raised together." I thought aloud. Malcolm nodded.

"Malcolm, please show Miss Jackson here to Cabin 11." Mrs. Callahan said. Malcolm took my hand andhelped me stand. He slung my backpack over his shoulder and led me to the door. We stepped outside and I gasped. The field was a lush green colour. There were buildings done in Ancient Greek style. An open air pavillion, an ampitheatre, a swordfighting arena and twelve cabins. The cabins were the weirdest collection of buildings I'd ever seen. One shone gold in the daylight, another was a gaudy red colour, a third had tomato plants growing on the roof. Malcolm led me to a cabin with a faded '11' on the door. The paint was peeling and the doorframe was worn. The inside was full of people. It looked like the gym at my old school in Sudbury the day if the tornado. Sleeping bags lined the floors. Malcolm cleared his throat.

"Cabin 11, this is Destiny Jackson."

"Regular or undetermined?" someone asked.

"Undetermined." many of the people in the cabin groaned. A boy who looked to be around 17 stepped forward. He had blue eyes, blonde hair and a mischevious look to him.

"Guys, guys. Be nice. Alright Destiny, here's a spot for you." the voy said, pointing to a square of floor.

"That's Luke, your counselor for now." Malcolm explained.

"For now?" I asked.

"Your dad hasn't claimed you yet. You'll stay here until then." he tried. I nodded and set my bag cautiously on the floor. Hermes was the god of theives. I'm not leaving anything unattended in Cabin 11.

A/N: I finished another chapter! Happy April Fools Day! Anyway, QOTC: In 'The Lost Hero', 'Featus' means what in English? Anyone who gets the correct answer get a sneak peek at chapter three!