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I walked outside in a slight daze. It must have been a daydream, nothing like that happens in real life. It seemed no matter what I tried to convince myself my mind was still screaming Fury. I looked around hoping to spot Grover, but was forced to stop my search when a mass of red hair made its way over to me.

"So what did you get? Detention? Expulsion? Whatever Miss. Kerr gave you, I hope I won't have to see your face more than I have to."

"I didn't get in trouble." I pushed past her hoping she got the hint not be bother me right now.

"Well that's disappointing. I was hopping Miss. Kerr would finally come to her senses and see what an annoying little brat you are."

If she a teacher that she probably already thinks I am an annoying little brat, I though lazily. That's the second time she said that name, who the heck was she on about? I turned back around to face her.

"Who are you going on about? There isn't a Miss. Kerr in the school." Nancy looked at me as though I had just grown an extra head before she started cackling.

"Wow, I didn't know that being dyslexic made you stupid as well,"

"I am not stupid. Being dyslexic just means that I mix things up, like right now, I swear there's a butt where your head should be."

I would have said something else, but I didn't know if 'Miss. Kerr' favorite Nancy over Me. Probably not thought, I am every teacher's bane of existence.

Nancy turned and stormed off. I smirked as I watched he leave, who the heck was Miss. Kerr?

Last time I checked, Mrs. Dodds was the one I had followed into the museum, not a Miss Kerr. I shook my head slightly, maybe I was going crazy.

I spotted Grover jogged back over to him.

"It's about time," He said to me when I sat down beside me.

"Sorry." He nodded at my apology.

"So what did Miss. Kerr want?" I froze what should I say? I couldn't say that I had no idea who Miss. Kerr was, he might react like Nancy.

"She just said not to do it again." Grover raised an eyebrow at me, obviously not believing me.

"That was kind of her."

"I know right." I laughed uncomfortably.

"Still, I think it was hilarious when you pushed her into the fountain. Her face was priceless." I laughed at the memory.

"Yeah it was. I wish I had taken a picture of it." He chuckled

"Me too," I sighed and leant back onto my arms as far as I could without falling into the fountain myself. I looked up at the sky in sadness. Why did such a beautiful day have to be ruined by the storm clouds that still rolled overhead? I still found it odd that no one had noticed the upcoming storm, it seemed strange, and it felt strange.

"It might just be me," I spoke still looking up at the clouds. "But for some reason the air feels strange. Like, something is stirring." I looked to Grover expecting him to ask me if I was feeling aright. But what I got instead was wide and fearful eyes looking at me.

"I don't know. But it seems strange that storm clouds would appear out of nowhere, and no one notices them."

"W-what makes you say that?"

"It's not so strange. Maybe they don't care." I bit the inside of my cheek in thought.

"Maybe." I wasn't too sure about that. And for some reason I think Grover might be keeping something from me, something important. He had reacted too strangely to not be hiding something. He had seemed almost scared when I had mentioned the weather. When I looked back over at him, he turned his fearful gaze to the sky.

He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off, "Grover was there a Mrs. Dodds at this school."

He hesitated before stuttering out, "N-not t-to m-my knowledge."

"You're lying."

"W-what makes you say that?" he stuttered, again.

I shrugged, "I never taught you to lie for a reason. Are you okay Grov?" I used the nickname I had come up with on him, hoping it would get him to smile. It did but only a very small one.

"I'm fine. Come on, everyone's going back inside." I knew he was changing the subject on purpose, but I figured I wasn't going to get anything out of him, yet.

After listening to Mr. Brunner lecture us on the Greek Gods for an hour or so more, we were finally back on the bus heading back towards the Academy. And to be honest, I couldn't wait to get back to the school (I will never say that again); I just wanted to get back to my dorm room and sleep.

At the moment though, we were stuck in traffic with no sign of moving anytime soon. I was sitting with Grover on the back seats. I rested my head against the window of the bus, feeling the glass vibrate from the bus's engine. I was staring at the traffic in the lane next to us as it moved at a snail's pace. I sighed with envy at the thought of actually being able to move at least a little bit.

I looked over at Grover who started falling asleep. How does he do that? I looked back out of the window and scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. They weren't there a minute ago.

Three old ladies were sat at the edge of the road on lawn chairs knitting a sock. How had no one noticed them? I looked down the bus to see if anyone else had notice, but they hadn't, they seemed too interested in throwing leftover food from lunch at each other.

I looked back out of the window to see if I had imagined them. But sure enough, they were still there. They seemed to be looking right at me, and that unnerved me a bit. Each of the old ladies had something in their hands.

The lady on the left was holding a ball of purple wool, which the one in the middle was knitting into a sock. Then the one on the left held a pair of slightly rusted scissors.

Then as though in slow motion, the woman who held the scissors lifted the scissors and cut the string on wool in half. I heard a gasp from beside me and turned to see that Grover was now fully wake and had joined me in looking out of the window.

I frowned when I saw that his skin had turned deathly pale.

"Are you okay?" Grover shook his head frantically and started muttering to himself.

"Not possible... It can't be... Not know, not her."

"Grover, snap out of it!" I said shaking him.

He turned to look at me wide eyed.

"You okay?"

He shook his head.

"Do you want me to get a teacher?", once again he shook his head.

He slowly but surely relaxed

I looked back out of the window hopping to find some idea of what had scared him so much. He couldn't have been scared of three old women, could he?

But when I looked back to where the old women were sitting a few moments before, I couldn't find them. It was like they had vanished into thin air.

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Weeks turned into months, and before I knew it, everyone was preparing for the final exams. Well, everyone but me that is. The teachers were trying their best to help me, but I could tell that even they were getting frustrated at what little progress I had managed to do.

I swear my dyslexia was getting worse. The more I concentrate on a word, or even a sentence, the more muddled up a word became. I started wearing my old reading glasses which helped for a little bit, and then it blew up in my face and gave me a massive headache.

Classes began to make even less sense than it did before, now my grades went from low Bs and High Cs to Fs. Even my Latin grade slipped from an A+ to a B-. I was getting annoyed that whenever I had to tell a teacher that I couldn't read it and have the rest of the class laugh in my face calling me 'stupid.'

I got so annoyed with my English teacher, Mr. Nicoll, that I called him a Hobnocker. It didn't help with my plea to the principal when I admitted to knowing what it meant.

It also didn't help that I kept bringing up Mrs. Dodds related topics, hoping to catch someone out. But people just looked at me oddly, before walking away.

At the moment, I was sitting in my dorm at around 11 o'clock at night doing some last minute revision before my Latin exam in the morning. I closed my book with a slam and fell backwards onto my pillows with a huff. This was getting me nowhere.

I looked back over at my clock, 11:05pm. I groaned and sat back up. I grabbed my book planning on putting it away and getting some sleep, when I thought if something. I know it was late, but maybe I could ask Mr. Brunner for some help. It was better than nothing, right? And if he say's no I am already half-way to the kitchen.

I slipped on my slippers and rushed out the door. I tiptoed (and tripped) down the hallways, making sure I wouldn't get caught by any teachers who might have been out for a walk. Luck seemed to be on my side that night as I met no one in the halls.

When I got to Mr. Brunner's room, I saw that the door had been cracked open slightly, and the light that was on inside the room, lit up a small amount of the hallway. Maybe I wouldn't be disturbing any one tonight after all.

As I raised my fist to knock on the door, I heard my name being mentioned from inside. I stepped closer to the door, hopping to hear what they were saying.

"Is she the one?" Grover? What was he doing here? Was I the one what?

"It's possible, we can't be sure just yet." This time it was Mr. Chiron who spoke.

"A kindly one Chiron. They don't just appear and attack normal half-bloods." Did he just say Chiron? And what was that about half-bloods?

"I know. And that worries me, but what do you expect me to do? I can only do so much."

"You could at least try."

"Grover, I know she's your friend, but-"

"She's my best friend." I smiled at Grover's correction, but I couldn't help but be confused, what were they going on about?

"Either way. I can't change the fates decisions."

"She's seen them."

"The fates?" There was a short silence so I assumed that Grover had made a sign of agreement. "When?"

"A few months ago, when we were stuck in traffic on our way back here." I thought back to that day. I didn't remember any fates.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"What would you have been able to do? Like you said, it's not like you can change their minds."Mr. Brunner sighed heavily and I could picture him rubbing his temples, something I remembered him doing in class whenever he was tired, or annoyed.

"Did they...Cut...The string?" Again another silence so I assumed Grover nodded again. "This is not good."

"You don't say? Now with-" But I wasn't able to hear the rest of the sentence as my Latin textbook fell out of my hands, and the conversation inside the room stopped suddenly. I heard someone moving across the room towards the door I looked around franticly and was lucky enough to notice a small gap in the wall close enough that I'd get there before getting caught.

It was a tight fit, but I had managed to fit into the gap and waited. I heard the door open the rest of the way, but I didn't want to get caught to see who had decided to have a look down the hallway.

"No one's out here." I heard Grover's voice say before I heard the door close shut. I sighed in relief and slipped out of my hiding place. I thought about going back to see if I could catch anymore of the conversation, but decided against it. It was getting late and I should probably head back to my room before I actually get caught. I grabbed my textbook off the floor.

As I was getting ready for bed, I went back over the conversation I had just heard. Half-Blood? Chiron? Kindly Ones? What were they talking about? I stared at my Latin Textbook for a while trying to piece it together.

Kindly one…. Obviously, they were talking Mrs. Dodds. The Fury.

But half-blood? And Grover called Mr. Brunner Chiron.

In mythology Chiron trained demigods. Demigods, half- bloods. Were they saying that I am a demigod? Are gods real? I wanted to denial it and found my hand back on to my comb. I remembered back to that day. I gently pushed down on the head and it turned into the sword. I scoffed, it sounded impossable. I looked back down at the sword in my hands. The one poseidon gave me.

Yes, I am a demigod and with that I fell asleep.