When I regained my consciousness, I was in a dark room. It smelled like sage, which was pretty normal for me since my whole house smelled like it. I hung it from all of my dream catchers. It's supposed to ward off demons. When I was little I had tons of creepy dreams. They were mostly about ghosts and cemeteries and that kind of supernatural stuff. Which is now very un-supernatural.

Anyways, the room smelled like sage. There was only one light, at the far end of it. On the floor was what looked like a tatami mat. I was sitting in a chair. It was close to the ground, sort of like a pillow. A dark figure appeared in front of me. It got closer, and I started to panic. I tried to get out of the chair, but it seemed I was glued to it. Then the figure in front of me spoke.

"Don't panic, little one. I don't have much time, but I have to warn you: The world will be turned upside down. Your life as you know it will be destroyed. But you can help restore peace. You will go on a great journey, but you will not be alone. Six strangers will accompany you, at one point. Be careful." Then the figure faded out of sight. The room brightened until I had to close my eyes. When I opened them back up, I was sprawled out on m kitchen floor, with Florence hovering over me, looking worried.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I think," I told her. "How long was I out?"

"Not that long. You just fell out of your chair, and then you opened your eyes."

I looked up at Dad. I wasn't sure if he was still in his trance, so I asked, "Dad?"

"Please hold," he responded. This was one of the things that he said when he felt too busy to talk. At least he was out of his trance. I usually liked when he went through a trance, but his last one was just weird. I was glad he was normal again, or at least normal to me. If I had told a random person my Dad was a crazy amnesiac, they would probably say 'That's not normal', so whatever.

"Blake?" Florence said, still looking very worried. "Are you okay?"

"Yea, I think," I told her. "I just had a very weird vision."

"A vision?" Florence asked. "What happened?"

"I was in a dark room and a woman came up to me and told me that I was going to go on a dangerous quest with six strangers because Olympus was going to go into chaos," I told her in one breath.

"Wow. So that's what your Dad was talking about with you going on a quest and all."

"Yeah, but I don't know where I am supposed to be going. And I don't want to leave Dad home all alone. Being gone for school is bad enough."

"He seemed to pretty sure the he would be okay before."

"He was in a trance then," I explained, "Maybe he thought that he would be okay, or he wanted me to go on the quest and not worry about him. I don't know."

"Well, I have to get back to my grave. I'll leave you to think about that."

"Okay," I told her as she floated away. Then I told Dad to brush his teeth and go to bed.

After he was taken care of, I went outside to think things out. I always thought better in starlight. I wanted to go on the quest, because I had never gone on one, since you usually had to be at Camp Half-Blood to receive one. But I didn't want to leave Dad all alone, and I defiantly didn't want to have to work with six strangers. They would probably think that I was some creep and never talk to me. And they would have all probably been at Camp Half-Blood and think I knew nothing. First off, all the demigod ghosts told me all about Camp and everything else a demigod would need to know, and second, Dad had told me about my the Olympians before all the others on the quest found out.

I came to the conclusion that I would find out more about the quest before I decided to go. I wanted to know who was going on the quest, like who their godly parent was. At least Nico wasn't going. The lady in my vision said strangers would accompany me, and Nico defiantly wasn't a stranger.

I also wanted to know where I was supposed to go. Florence had told me that when she was chosen to go on a quest, the prophecy had told her where she was supposed to go. But I didn't have a prophecy.

I thought for a bit more, but couldn't come up with any solutions, so I went inside and got ready for bed. When I got in my room, I noticed that the sage form one of my dream catchers was gone. I walked to the kitchen to get more, but on the way I tripped over something. I couldn't see very well, because I had turned out all of the lights, but when I crouched down it looked like it was a bottle of something. I carried it to the kitchen and turned on the light. The bottle was little and made of glass, like a medicine bottle. It had a rolled up piece of paper in it. I tried to open it up, but it was tightly sealed with a cork. I wanted to just leave it, but curiosity got the better to me and I smashed the bottle up against the counter. I unrolled the paper, which was brittle and yellowing. It read:

Dear Tomas,

I am sorry to leave you at a time like this, but I have an important mission right now. Here are my instructions for the little one:

When she is ten, take her out of school. Home school her, but never tell her about her heritage. If she asks, tell her yours, but

Not my side. Tell her I never told you. If she finds out about me, she will want to do dangerous thing and will be killed. Being a minor

demigod isn't a dangerous as being a major one, but if she tries anything she will be found, and that will be the end of her. After she is

thirteen keep her in the house as much as possible. Don't let her use a cellular phone or the Internet.

I hope to see you again.

Your love,

Mellinoe

My hand shook as I put down the paper. Obviously the instructions were very important, but Dad never had the chance to tell me because of his amnesia. I figured I was probably in danger right now. I not only did I use a cell phone and the Internet, but I also used my powers to talk to ghosts. Not to mention that I was thinking about going on a quest.

After I thought that I really freaked out. I had not done anything in that letter, and now would probably die.

Then I calmed down. I was 14 right now, and I hadn't died yet. Plus I could follow the instructions in the letter so that "they" wouldn't find me. But would I go to Camp Half-Blood? I sort of resented my idea of it. I had always thought of Camp kids as stuck-up snobs who think they know everything. But Florence wasn't like that. And, even though I hated Nico, he wasn't like that either. So would I? I still couldn't decide, but I figured that I wouldn't have to any time soon since I was probably going to go on the quest.

I folded up the note real small, and grabbed some more sage out of the cupboard. Which was neater than the Cupboard. Then I went to my room, hung up the sage on the dream catchers, tucked the note at the bottom of my sock drawer, and went to bed.

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When I woke up, it was really cold. My first thought was that there was a ghost nest to me, but when I looked, there were none. I got up and walked around my house, trying to find the source of all of the cold air, but couldn't find anything. Then I thought that it must be cold outside, which is un-seasonal since it was the beginning of June, but I went outside to check anyways, thinking that it was the only place the chill could come from. To my surprise, it was quite warm out. So where was the coldness coming from?

I figured that it might be Dad doing something, so I went in search of him. It turned out he was sleeping in his bed. Nothing weird. I went back to my bed and tried to fall asleep, because I must have been dreaming, but I couldn't. Was I trapped in a nightmare forever?

If I was, I decided to make the best of it. I went into my kitchen and found my pan in the cupboard, which was easy because it was in the front. If this was a nightmare, it wasn't very scary. Actually, it was quite nice. I heated it up, and then got out the container of flour. And an egg. And milk and brown sugar and baking powder and a couple of measuring tools and vegetable oil and salt. Then I made pancakes. I loved pancakes, almost as much as I loved cotton candy, but I never made it. I don't know why. After I couldn't eat any more, I cleaned up my mess, which was big. The syrup sort-of exploded, and the flour decided to be bad and get all over. But cleaning up was fun. I usually don't like cleaning, but I felt all high because of the enormous amount of syrup I ate, and because I felt all funny because it was a weird dream.

After the kitchen was sparkly again, I brought out my cotton candy machine and made a whole bunch of it. I mostly ate it all, but kept a little for later. Then I went outside and walked to the cemetery to see Florence. I wonder what she would say about my nightmare predicament. I found her grave, which was, not surprisingly, where it always was. It was granite, with her name carved in it in fancy letters. I knocked on it, and waited. It usually took awhile to wake the spirits from their rest. Finally, after a strenuous minute of twiddling my thumbs, she popped out.

'Hey, what's up?" she said.

"I'm in a funny dream," I said. "I woke up this morning and the house was really cold, and I couldn't figure out where it was coming from."

"So you think you are in a dream?" Florence asked, amused. "That's funny, because you aren't dreaming."

"WHAT! I wasted all of that flour for nothing?" I exclaimed. I tried to conserve flour, because periodically Dad asked for cookies, which was his favorite food. He didn't know that cookies were his favorite foods, but he would get cravings for cookies, and so I always had to have ingredients ready. If he didn't get them, he would feel all sad and then I would feel really bad. Partly because I made him sad and partly because that was one of the things about his past that he could still sort of remember, even though he didn't know that he remembered it, because he couldn't remember his past. If that makes sense… which it doesn't.

"So I'm not in a dream?" I asked.

"No," Florence replied. "But that cold wind business is funny. You should try to figure it out. It may be a clue to your quest."

"Your right. It could be some kind of message from the gods trying to tell me to go on the quest or something. But I think I'm going to go on the quest anyways, even if the gods don't say anything. Then, maybe I could visit Camp. Or something."

Or something, probably. I didn't know why I had said the last part, but I was probably going to end up at Camp one way or another. Either because of the letter, which was freaking me out, or because the other kids from Camp will insist that I have to go to Camp because it's "safe". Which brings us back to the letter.

I got this chappy back up, after i deleted the story. But I found it.

Anyways, PLEASE REVIEW!

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