Today I'm a bit off centered after comforting Carson's widow if that makes sense but I'm going to try and write this chapter anyway. I'm not sure how that is going to turn out. Forgive me if its not up to standards.

Disclaimer- Obviously not.

Kiley could barely keep her eyes open as she ran Melina through drills during practice. Every time Melina completed a task she would have to wake her teacher, each time asking, "Kiley? Are you feeling alright?" After a few more minutes of that Kiley gave up and let Ariel assume command over Melina. Melina sent pleading eyes with Kiley as she walked away but Kiley was far to tired to notice them. Besides, Kiley had full faith in Ariel's capabilities in the art, she didn't need to worry.

Slowly Kiley trudged her way to the beach and collapsed in the waves lapsing the shore. The water tickled at her hips and legs as she laid there with her arm over her eyes to block the sun out. Each trickle of water splashed all over her, soaking into her skin like a sponge. When the waves washed out, it took a tad bit of Kiley's weariness as well. Vigor was kindling in her stomach as she soaked in the salt water though she wasn't sure how that was possible.

"It's a lovely day isn't it?" Kiley removed her arm to look for the mysterious male voice she had heard. She found the body that belonged to the voice wading knee deep in the water before her. His hair was black curls matching the beard around his smiling mouth. His eyes reminded Kiley so much of both the ocean and her father she felt nostalgic just looking at him. He wore a pair of brown kaki shorts and a Bermuda fishing shirt, a hat atop his head with flies the size of her fist decorating it. She couldn't imagine a fish big enough to bite into those.

"Um yeah. Hello Grandfather" Poseidon nodded and smiled without feeling.

"And hello to you granddaughter. How are you?" Kiley groaned inwardly. What a horrid question he ask her. Was he playing with her because of his anger towards her for her actions? Or was he earnest in what he said? This, Kiley guessed, is what it felt like when you did something utterly wrong then sat in the hot seat waiting for your punishment. Maybe his question had a double meaning and he was trying to see if she was remorseful for her actions. Pensive, Kiley tried to conjure up a good answer for Poseidon.

"I'm tired." Kiley cursed her dulled brain. Stupidity really wasn't something she had to deal with very often. Lack of sleep dried up her brain cells, clearly. Yes, she liked that. That would be her excuse if he said anything.

"Yes I can tell. Come out here a bit, we need to talk." Ah. This would be her scolding then. Kiley was to be scolded by her grandfather. Not to bad, even a little light considering the damage she had done. With much self motivation Kiley pulled herself to her feet and waded out to meet Poseidon in the waves until she too was knee deep. On another note, the water felt fantastic.

"You know why I'm here don't you Kiley?" Ouch. Guilt was really starting to hurt.

"To tell me you disown me and you have absolutely no connection with Kiley Jackson? Oh and your probably going to throw a curse or two in there too. Am I right?"

"I considered it. I was planning on vexing you with the souls of each child you killed."

"Fair enough. It would have been awkward showering though." Poseidon eyed his granddaughter.

"Is this really the time for jokes you think?"

"Good point. Sorry Grandfather." Poseidon nodded and waded deeper into the ocean until the water reached his navel. He motioned for Kiley to follow him which she did without question.

"You know back in the old days, if someone had done as you had we would have come up with an elaborate punishment for you. Perhaps sending you to the Fields of Punishment early or marking your skin with an insignia of a murderer. Often times we'd do worst than that." Kiley heard to rough tone in her Grandfathers voice and decoded it as anger.

"And what are you going to do to me?"

"Oh nothing yet. There is a large debate on Olympus. Apollo wants to have you made immortal so you can be killed 1000 times for each life you took. Whereas Hermes wants you to be placed in a desert tied to a post with bronze barbed wire for all eternity while it rains ice and fire on you constantly." Kiley swallowed, looking out into the distance.

"And what is it you wish of me?" Poseidon let out a deep breath and turned to his grandchild, looking at her with a tired expression.

"I'm not sure. As you know the sea is both calm and violent, and I am the sea making me both as well. Part of me wants you to make amends for the devastation you caused but the other part of me knows you can do no such thing and you deserve no kindness for your doings." Kiley nodded, her voice dead in her throat.

Poseidon continued, "You will not go unpunished however. It just cant happen. So I'm cursing you. Believe me I struggled over this for some time now, unsure of what to do and how to do it so here it is. I am cursing you with death." Kiley paused. Her eyes wide and muscles tight. Death? He was going to kill her. She was going to die.

"Three deaths you'll be forced to endure. One now. One later. And one in the future. So you will truly feel the pain of death. So you can feel what you've done."

"Wait," Kiley struggled to comprehend, "I don't understand. Your not killing me?"

Poseidon paused, stared down into the water, then looked back at his grandchild, "I suppose in a sense I am but at the same time I'm not. This is the conclusion we gods came too. Athena tried to keep you from pain but knew it was unavoidable as did I so we agreed to let you suffer. You won't suffer alone however for this isn't just your curse personally. It belongs to your cohorts too. Their three deaths may differ from yours though. It will depend when the time comes. I'm sorry there couldn't be another way."

Kiley let everything he was saying sink in. She was cursed with death but not her own death. The death of others. People were going to die in order to punish her. Was that it or was it something else? The gods, as she was explained to in History class, did often like to talk in riddles. So the death might not actually mean death, just something similar to death. Still that could be worst couldn't it?

"Can I ask a question?" Kiley bolstered her voice enough to speak. Poseidon nodded.

"A death now. As in this very minute?" Poseidon sighed, casting a glance at the taller waves crashing down into the sea miles in the distance.

"I can't answer that."

"Alright…you can't answer the definition of these deaths either can you?"

"No."

"That's part of the curse isn't it? The dread."

"Yes. But I will say this, you must be careful because your actions will choose the lives your curse will take."

"Oh de joy. I'm going to be the cause of more death then?"

"More or less but these are made to haunt you."

"Delightful."

"I am sorry but this is the path you have chose. You must reap the rewards of your actions, even if you were tricked into doing it in the first place. You understand that this is the lightest punishment we could get away with giving you?"

"Yes and I'm grateful that you at least came to tell me I was cursed instead of me having to stumble upon it when people start dying." Poseidon smiled painfully.

"That's looking on the bright side I suppose," Poseidon again looked out at the waves, "I remember standing here with your father years ago when he was your age. Warning him about his curse. You are very similar to your father when he was younger. Well aside from your past doings of course."

"Yes aside from that," Kiley looked up at her grandfathers face, looking at him for the first time in her entire life as a god and not a family member, "I'm sorry that I've let you down. I shame your name as a god. As well as grandmother's I know. I am sorry."

Poseidon looked at his grandchild with a solemn expression, "And perhaps someday I'll be able to forgive you. Now I've stayed here long enough. Any longer and Zeus will throw a fit so I'll be going. One thing more before I go though, keep in mind that dreams can often be real."

"What?" Poseidon patted the top of his confused granddaughters head.

"Goodbye and good luck with Aphrodite. Remember your curse." Then Kiley watched her grandfather turn and wade into the water until it was over his head and he was gone. Left with all that just happened heavy on her mind she felt even more tired than she had been before. She decided to go speak with her parents but splashed her face with water first.

Annabeth and Percy were at the Arena watching Ariel train Melina, as they were still at it. They were discussing something in what Kiley guessed was Greek. She didn't pay close attention. She stumbled up to them and sat at their feet, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.

"What's wrong Kiley?" Her mother asked. Kiley looked up at her mother. She saw her own features in her mothers face. Same eyes and cheekbones, same jaw line, yet they were different weren't they? Annabeth was a noble, strong woman and Kiley wasn't. She had murdered people. Without remorse. People like her mother. Kiley would never let herself live it down. You don't need to punish yourself, a voice in the back of Kiley's head whispered, your already being cursed for it remember? Yeah that's right, she

answered it still looking at her mother, and my mother could be a victim of that curse. I severely hope not.

"Yeah I'm just tired mom."

"Oh, having bad dreams?" A feeling like bugs crawling up her spine washed over Kiley.

"Dreams? How did you know about the dreams?" Annabeth looked at her daughter remorsefully.

"Because my entire life I've had nightmares that are very often times real, like all half-bloods. I don't see why it wouldn't be passed down to you." Oh. She just meant dreams in general. Kiley had assumed she was referring to what her Grandfather had said about dreams. Kiley stood up and leaned against the railing beside her mother, watching Melina do the electric chair with a broom in her hands held out before her.

"No not dreams," Yet, Kiley silently told herself, "I just didn't sleep last night. Plus I've got a lot on my mind."

"Oh I see. Why didn't you sleep last night?" Annabeth gave her daughter a serious grey eyed stare. Kiley thought back to the home movies and books she had kept herself occupied with all night last night.

"No reason really, Bella just wanted to watch some movies and they happened to be long movies. So Mom, this was your home when you were my age?" Annabeth laughed.

"No San Francisco was my home technically when I was your age, I lived here during the summer. I lived here when I was 7 until around the time your father showed up here."

"You lived here when you were 7!"

"Yes. I ran away from home. That's where I met Thalia and Luke. Grover too but he found us later." Kiley looked at her mother in surprise.

"You ran away from home? Why?"

"Well my home life then really sucked, to put it plainly. Your grandfather neglected me for a perfect family I felt because I was a half-blood. I was constantly being attacked by monsters and that put his family in danger. Never mind what it put me into. So I got fed up with it and ran away. Thalia and Luke found me. I know if they hadn't found me, you wouldn't be here today. We ran together for a while until Grover found us and tried to bring us back to camp but things went bad at the top of that hill right here and Thalia died."

"Come again? I don't think I heard right, Thalia died! How is that possible!"

'"She didn't die per say, her father took pity on her and turned her into a pine tree before she could die."

"Then how…just how?"

"Years later your father showed up and we went on quest together to save mankind and half-bloods all that great stuff but one year we had to go on a quest to get the Golden Fleece to heal Thalia's tree because Luke had poisoned it. However when we did get it, it healed not just the poison but the entire tree and brought Thalia back. That's how."

"Oh I see. Who's Luke?" Kiley watched as her mothers face became ashen.

"An old friend. Leave it at that."

"Alright." Kiley took a few minutes to watch Melina finally collapse on the ground after withstanding a good 40 minutes of the electric chair. Ariel helped her back on her feet, but glaring at the daughter of Aphrodite as she did. Kiley was going to find a way to settle that dispute between them while they were on their quest to save Aphrodite.

"Hey mom?"

"Yes?"

"These dreams, that are real sometimes, can it affect peoples lives you think?" Annabeth looked at her daughter for a moment or two before answering.

"Certainly. When I was 16-ish I had a dream about your father after he blew up a mountain that he was relaxing with a beautiful island woman instead of helping me save the world from ending. I still haven't forgave him for that."

"Okay but how did that affect things for you?" Annabeth glanced over at her husband, who was kicking a ball back and forth between DJ and himself.

"The jealously created from the dream and the sorrow I felt because I thought your father was dead made me realize I was in love with your father. If I hadn't had those dreams, which I thought were just tricks at the time to make me feel even worst about loosing him the way I had, I never would have finally admitted to myself how I felt about Percy."

"I see." Annabeth brought her attention back to her daughter.

"Do you really?"

"I think so. Thanks mom."

"Thanks for what?"

"Helping with unraveling," Kiley stopped herself before she said a curse, "a problem I've been struggling with. At least I think you helped. I'm not sure yet."

"Alright well I'm glad I could help…if I did." Annabeth smiled. Kiley managed to smile back.

Annabeth convinced her daughter to go take a nap since Kiley wasn't looking to hot and Kiley, being the mommies girl, did as she was told. She stumbled off to the Poseidon cabin and barely made her way into a bed. As soon as her head touched the pillow she was out like a light. Thus beginning the dreams her grandfather had warned about.

Kiley was at this same camp it just looked…different. There were way less cabins. Only 12 to be exact, in a perfect U shape. People were milling around in armor with pointy objects of doom in their hands. Some glanced at her in passing, others just ignored her completely, muttering, "New campers. So blind." as they went. Kiley being who she was and confused by all the events going on just walked around awkwardly staring at things or people. This was definitely the same camp just years older than the one her body was sleeping in. Maybe before it had been remodeled? Kiley guessed this as she was looking at the grey stone cabin her body was sleeping in but she figured if she walked into it here, there would be no Kiley asleep on the cot. Just as she thought this she hit something. Hard.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry I wasn't paying attention to where I was going at all! Totally my fault!" The "thing" she had ran into uttered. It was a girl, probably only around the ages of 8 or 9, with blonde curls cascading around her shoulders spilling onto her orange t-shirt. Her head was down so Kiley couldn't see her face. She was busy picking up all the papers she had been holding before Kiley had ran into her.

"No, no," Kiley muttered stupidly, getting on her knees to help collect up the massive group of papers, "I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Good thing I don't drive I guess." The girl chuckled and picked her head up, giving Kiley a warm smile. The minute she did Kiley's insides shriveled up like a grape left in the sun far to long. The girls eyes were stone grey and full of untold wisdom. She knew exactly who this little girl was.

"Hi," Kiley's 9 year old mother said, offering her free hand to Kiley, "I'm Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena. Your new here." Blindly Kiley shook her mothers tiny hand.

"Kiley J-" Kiley stopped herself. She shouldn't tell Annabeth her name. What if her dad showed up later and him being an only child suddenly had a girl years older than him claiming to be a Jackson as well? How would that look? Bad. "I'm Kyle J. Nice to meet you and yeah I'm new here."

"Ah. So your stuck in the Hermes cabin until your claimed?" Kiley was confused. Claimed? What was that suppose to mean? To buy herself time Kiley took some of Annabeth's papers to relieve her load. A natural habit, her mother was always wandering around with an arm full of papers. Guess some things never change.

"Not sure what you mean." Annabeth chuckled at Kiley's comment. Kiley, still confused and trying to blend in, laughed along even though she had no clue what she was laughing at.

"You know, until your godly parent claims you." Oh. Kiley understood now. Sort of.

"Oh no. I've already been…claimed." Annabeth raised her eyebrows but didn't stop walking. She was clearly busy doing something.

"Really? And whose your parent? No wait, let me guess. Judging by your body structure you're a child of Apollo?"

"Apollo?" Kiley thought of Jasmine, "No."

"Hum your not blonde anyway so that makes sense. Who?" Kiley laughed again only to direct Annabeth's attention while she thought of something to say. She had to have a godly parent to blend in. But who? Kiley looked at her 9 year old mother bopping along, waving at people passing by. Duh.

"I'm a daughter of Athena. Like you."

"No kidding? With the black hair I would have never guessed," Annabeth looked up at Kiley, who she now believed was a half sister of hers, "Guess you take more after mom than the rest of us."

"Thanks I guess." Annabeth nodded and hurried over to a cabin with a large owl over the door. Kiley looked at it, noticing that it was probably the creepiest thing she had ever seen in her entire life, while Annabeth opened the door.

"You coming?" Annabeth said from the doorway. Kiley pried her eyes off the creepy owl and stepped through the door which Annabeth quickly shut behind her.

Inside a group of blonde kids varying in age, the youngest probably being her mother and the oldest being herself though she thought she spotted an 18 year old, were sitting on work benches around a table. Papers with short hand and maps were laid out on the table. It seemed the blonde Athenians were studying them for some reason. Annabeth joined their ranks, sitting at the head of the table and offering them the papers she had brought with her. Kiley stood there looking stupid until Annabeth motioned for her to sit beside her and took the papers Kiley had been holding from her.

"This is Kyle," Annabeth said in-between laying out the new papers atop the old ones, "She's new. Daughter of Athena. Say hello to your siblings Kyle."

"Ah hi." Kiley mumbled awkwardly. There were a few snickers.

"For a child of Athena your pretty daft aren't you? And why do you have a guys name?" A girl that looked to be 13 popped off, getting a few props from people sitting around her. Kiley narrowed her eyes at the girl.

"Just because I'm not quick to words doesn't mean I'm not quick to wit Jr. And my name is Kyle because our mother named me Kyle. If you have a problem with it, take it up with Athena."

"Junior? That's a weak insult. You sure about that wit thing?"

"Yes. Jr. because I'm your senior Lil Sis. Or, excuse me, how old were you again?" Miffed, the girl turned back to her papers, discussing their contents with the people around her who had formerly been laughing at Kiley, now keeping their heads down. Annabeth elbowed Kiley's side, winking at her. This bolstered Kiley's confidence, making her feel more at home in this strange realism dream world.

"Okay so what," Kiley waved her hand over the accumulated scrolls, papers, and maps receiving so much attention, "is all this?"

"This is battle plans." Annabeth grinned savagely at Kiley.

"Battle plans for…?"

"Capture the flag. Ares cabin has the title right now but we intend to change that. Athena is going to win this one."

"Alright so what's the plan?"

"Okay," Annabeth unrolled a scroll and placed weights on each end to keep it open, then she pointed to a creek painted on the map of what looked like woods, "This is the borderline. This is our area and this is Ares."

"They have a better standing ground if we rush them from the front." Kiley noted.

"Right and we have a weak left flank they could easily bombard with their brute strength."

"But they aren't going to do this because…?" Annabeth grinned again, tucking a rebellious curl behind her ear.

"They aren't going to do this because they figure we'll have our weak spots covered." Kiley nodded, understanding what her 9 year old mother was saying.

"So in their minds our weak spots have become our strong spots and our strong spots become our weak spots."

"Exactly. So, thinking they are being clever, they are going to attack our right flank thinking we are leaving it unmanned."

"However..?"

"However we will have the entire Hermes cabin there waiting for them. To keep them preoccupied." Kiley nodded again, eyeing the map then noticed something Annabeth might have missed.

"Your putting the flag right here against this tree aren't you?"

Annabeth raised her eyebrows, "Yeah how'd you know?"

"Because I know how you think I guess. Anyway that would be a bad idea." Annabeth's eyebrows furrowed deeply as she ducked her head back down to look at the map more closely.

"Why is that?"

"Because they are going to have a group of people waiting right there."

"What-oh. Oh I can't believe I missed that!"

"Yeah see we are going to put the flag here but this is also our left flank. The strong point to them remember? So they are going to send a group of their strongest fighters this way to distract us while they slip around our now weak flank to get the flag. If our flag is here, we will have practically no one there to protest to their taking it. Bad spot."

"Bad spot," Annabeth agreed, "Where do you think we should put it?" Kiley considered this, looking over the area they had been given.

"How about here?" Annabeth leaned in to look at where Kiley was pointing and grinned a wicked smile.

"Kyle, I now have no doubts that you are a child of Athena. This is Brilliant." Kiley relished in this praise.

"Thank you, thank you. Now who are you sending to capture the flag? I'm guessing its going to be a small group of three."

"Good guess. The first group will be of five or six people. They are going to taunt the flag guarders. The second group will be of three people, they will be the ones who make the hidden flag guarders think they are after the flag but they are actually here to engage the hidden guards in a fight. Then the last group of two will take advantage of the distraction and sneak in-between the guards and the hidden guards to snag the flag and cross the creek. Simple enough?"

"Simple enough."

"Good. One more thing, you and I will be the ones to grab the flag." Kiley stared at her yet-to-be mother with something like shock.

"Why me? I just got here and your going to trust me with that?"

Annabeth grinned again, "I'm going to bet everything I have that you're the fastest runner in the Athena cabin."

"Case and point. When's the game?"

"In about an hour. I guess we should go get you some armor and a sword?" Kiley shook her head.

"I won't need it. I'll just be running in and out right?"

"You never know."

"Our mother is Athena. I do know." Annabeth laughed.

"Good point. But just in case," Annabeth turned and yelled at a boy in Greek until he handed her a sheathed dirk which she handed to Kiley, "here. You can use it right?"

"Knifes are quick. I like them better than swords." Annabeth's eyes lit up with what Kiley thought could have been respect.

"I like you. Now come on, we've got to tell the other cabins our plan." Kiley got up with Annabeth and followed her out the door. The problem being that the second Kiley's foot stepped over the threshold to the outside her dream blurred, giving her a serious case of vertigo for a few moments, then she was standing outside the door like nothing had happened. Only Annabeth wasn't in front of her and the season had changed. Confused Kiley turned and pushed the Athena door open to make sure Annabeth had left and saw the cabin had been completely rearranged.

The work benches were propped against the wall and there were hardly anyone in the cabin. Just a couple kids drawing or reading on their beds or sitting on the work benches. One of the kids in there was her mother, Annabeth, except she had aged considerably. Her hair was longer now and, if possible, more curly and definably a darker blonde. Her face had sculpted into more of a 12 year olds face, instead that of a cute 9 year old. Annabeth looked up from her Greek architecture book to Kiley in the doorway and her eyes got huge. She cast her book off to the side and ran to give Kiley a hug.

"Kyle! Your back Gods it's been years, we figured you had died!" At this point, Kiley gave up on trying to understand.

"Yeah well you know me." Annabeth laughed and Kiley did too, though not sure why.

"Well did you find them!" The eagerness in Annabeth's voice made her uneasy. Find them? Did Annabeth think Kiley had been missing for 4 years looking for someone? So this was all real to Annabeth. This was reality. Not a dream. Just a dream to Kiley. Or was it a dream? She was getting more confused by the second.

"Yeah I did," Kiley lied, "Found every one of them." Annabeth grinned and shook Kiley's hand with gusto.

"Gods that's great! We are going to learn so much! Have you told Chiron yet!" Kiley found herself shaking her head no while smiling, "Great! I'll go with you! Wait! Do you have them with you? I'd love to read them!" Read them! What was she talking about! She wasn't looking for people but books! How random is that! Stupid dream, it just has to make things hard for her.

"No sorry, the master copies are somewhere else. Somewhere," Kiley glanced around the room thinking of something clever to say, "safe."

"Oh. Olympus. I should have known better. Well okay then, lets go." Annabeth drug Kiley out by the wrist through the door and Kiley half expected things to blur again but they didn't Annabeth just kept pulling her by the wrist until they reached the Big House. They went up some steps to a black jack table where a very drunk looking man was playing cards with himself.

"Hello Mr. D," Annabeth said to the man, "Where's Chiron? Kyle is back and she returned triumphant. She found the lost scrolls of Alexandria." Oh. So that's what she was talking about. Kiley, or Kyle in this world, had been sent on a quest to find the scrolls. And now Annabeth thought she had returned successful.

"He's off doing important things, according to him."

"What? Where?"

"Downtown New York. He is scouting a potential half-blood." Annabeth's face grew ashen. Was that some big deal, Kiley wondered. Her mother sure acted like it did. Before Annabeth could compose herself enough o speak, Mr. D. got up and left. Just like that. Annabeth fell into one of the chairs around the table. Kiley glanced at where the drunk man had left before taking a seat beside her mother.

"What's up?"

"It's just, Chiron never leaves like this unless its something serious. Which leads me to wonder…"

"What?"

"Nothing. It's nothing." Annabeth gave Kiley an incredibly fake smile, "Lets go visit some people who have missed you. We haven't seen you since the day after we won capture the flag." Annabeth patted Kiley's shoulder and sprinted down the steps. Kiley stood to follow her but just as she set her foot down to walk her vision went black and she sank to the ground.

She woke up in the Poseidon cabin, silk sheets tucked around her chin. Her dream was over and she was back in the real world. It had been just a very strange dream. Comforted by the fact that is was just a sign of her insanity and not something different, Kiley looked around and saw that it was breakfast time so no one was home. With a sigh she got herself out of bed and walked to the dinning pavilion.

Yawning, she stumbled to the Poseidon table (she never would understand why everyone was separated) and plopped down next to Ariel who was munching on a piece of bacon.

"It's alive after all," Ariel said once she had swallowed, "You slept all through yesterday you know. I was beginning to think you had died." Kiley nodded, to tired to care and started looking around. Brennion and Nate were eating at the Zeus table with Izzy and DJ and Erin were at the Athena table, laughing with the other campers. At the head table there was a large crowd gathered around her mother.

"What's going on over there?" Kiley pointed at Annabeth, now considerably older than her dream mother had been.

"Oh. Your mom got a letter last night from her friend Kyle and-you okay!" When Ariel had mentioned the name Kyle, her self appointed undercover name, Kiley had spit her mouth full of juice all over the table. She was getting strange looks.

"Did you, um, say…Kyle? As in Kyle J?" Ariel scrunched her eyebrows.

"Yeah how'd you know? Kiley! Where you going!" Kiley had got up before Ariel could finish and was standing at the head table, watching her mother leaf through a few hand written pages in Kiley's handwriting. Percy, Grover, and Thalia were inspecting a few other pages. Watching them, Kiley felt sick.

"Hey Mom what, ah, what's going on?" Annabeth took a few seconds to register Kiley's words before looking up at her daughter. Then she smiled sweetly though her eyes were holding in great sadness.

"Hey sweetie. I got a letter from an old half-sister of mine that I was very close to and it's a bit disturbing." Kiley's throat constricted.

"May I read it?" Annabeth gave Kiley a long look before collected the other pages and piecing it all back together then handed it to her daughter. Kiley leaned against the table and began to read,

Dear Annabeth,

I should first explain that this note is very old but you wont be receiving it until you get it. Also, if you are reading through these words then that means I am dead. I am the first of three. I'll dictate the rest and how it happens but for now lets not focus on it. I wrote this note so that you would have a chance to morn my passing and know that we are a lot closer, you and I, than you would have first thought. In ways, you were always like my mother. This note isn't going to make sense and depending on what I decide, I may never make sense. But you should know I've already chosen my deaths. Now its up to me to live through them all at night once my eyes close. Each as real as the dream I'm in. Now that should be all, I have to go. Death awaits.

Just one more thing before I go however, tell Kiley to be careful. It can be very tricky to get through and that she should always veer left when she sees her reflection.

All my love,

Kyle J

There were 3 other pages wrote in different a langue addressed to other people. Greek for Percy. Italian for Nico. French for Thalia. They all acted confused as to why Kyle would write something in their letter to Kiley but Kiley just felt sick. She knew what all those things had meant. She had wrote the letters for herself in her dreams. Which meant the dreams she had last night and the dreams she hadn't had yet were in fact real as the ground she was standing on. She was two people now. Kiley Jackson and Kyle J. Each one affecting the world they lived in. Kiley handed the letters back to her mother and stumbled away. Gods. This wasn't good.

Alright. That's it. Now I've got an idea with these dreams and the deaths. Just wait and find out. Also if you haven't read the first part to this story, A Twist in Time, I suggest you do it now before things get confusing for you. Now I have to go cook Spagettios for Akya, Carson's daughter. Toodles everyone!