Hi guys! Once again thanks for reading! Sorry for the short chapter but I like to keep the suspense ;) also you know, busy teen life... *sigh* Also, I wasn't sure of a name for this chapter so if anyone has one let me know for a shoutout!

I really wish I could say I'm Rick Riordan, but, ya know, disclaimer and all that.

"Atalanta, come on. We need to go out!" Annabeth yelled up the stairs.

In her room, Atalanta sighed. She'd managed to get up, but the images from her dream were still bouncing around her head, unwilling to go away. To add to that, she had a fierce headache, and had to worry that she was going insane. Great.

She shook her dirty-blonde curls from her face as she grabbed some socks from the drawer. Sitting here all day and worrying wasn't going to get her anywhere. Plus, hopefully the fresh air would do her good.

She informed her parents of this after trudging (just because she knew she should go our, didn't mean she really wanted to) down the stairs. Anna Beth grinned at Percy. "See. Logical like her mother. Thank Gods she didn't inherit your useless common sense."

Atalanta frowned. Gods. They always said that. It was odd. Then again, strange things always seemed to happen around them. And although nice, her parents were always really protective. Not like other people's. And she couldn't help but overhear the odd conversations sometimes... like the other night.

The teens caught the other girl before she fully fell; the staff tumbled to the greyish grass. The girl gasped, going slack. The boy who'd held her hand last time suddenly stumbled backwards, as if hit by an invisible force. "No!" An unearthly screech emanated seemingly from the air around them. "To me first!"

Atalanta gasped. She'd been trying to remember the mysterious conversation when the vision had hit her. She couldn't help it; the shock made her shudder and sit down suddenly.

Percy and Annabeth stared. "A-Atalanta? What happened?" Annabeth managed, looking at Percy. They'd been thinking that something had to happen soon; Atalanta was 13 now, quite old compared to when other demigods or legacies found out about their powers. But they'd known they should wait for something to happen before they told her. She'd believe it, then- if they just told her, it would be too overwhelming. There was a lot of things she didn't know, after all.

Percy crouched beside Atalanta. "Are you alright?"

"I - it - the -" she couldn't form a coherent sentence. With an audible swallow, she looked at her parents. "Either there's something I don't know, or I'm going insane. I keep feeling these - dreams, but they're like visions. I see things - horrible things. But it looks so real." The end of the sentence was delivered in a whisper after her voice broke halfway through. "What's happening to me?!"

Despite her usual logical approach, the worry of the last weeks of having the dreams was setting in. There was something going on, and she wanted- no, needed - to know what it was. How did it link to her? And what about those teens she'd seen?

"Oh, Gods." Percy exhaled. "You're not insane, it's - there's a lot you don't know." He looked anxiously at Annabeth. If there was a time to tell Atalanta, it was now.