A/N: Sorry I'm really late! Band camp and writer's block got the best of me, which is why this is pretty short. It's late and I have to be up early tomorrow for camp again, so I had to cut it short. I'm really, really sorry!

Disclaimer: Seriously, I don't own most of this stuff.

Jessica POV

"Not too shabby, newbie," said Sammy, nudging me with his shoulder.

I smiled. "Thanks."

We were at lunch. The chariot races had just finished and our parents (plus Leo) were invited to eat in camp. They sat at their own table, while I had moved to the Second Cohort's table. Yes, I was supposed to be eating with the Fourth, but honestly, if I had to hear Collin say one more thing about his victory I was going to die.

"Yeah, pretty good," added Ethan.

I rolled my eyes. "You're newer than me."

He shrugged. "I'm still better."

Sammy started laughing, but he looked over my shoulder and immediately stopped. I whirled around, looking to see what the problem was. Helena and Collin were standing behind me with their arms crossed. Leaning in, Collin muttered, "We need to talk. Now."

"Oo-kay . . ." I stood up and followed them outside, out of earshot of everybody else. They stopped under a tall tree.

"We heard you screaming," blurted Helena.

At first I had no idea what she was talking about. Since when was I screaming? Then a thought suddenly came to my mind. It might be that . . . No, they couldn't possibly know about that.

"In your sleep," added Collin.

Oops. Guess they did know about that.

"What gives you the sudden right to spy on me when I'm sleeping?" I retorted, kind of angry that they bothered to question me about this. It was my life. Why should they care what happens to me at night?

"Fiesty."

Helena shot Collin a look. He shrugged.

"Look, we know something's out there," said Helena. So if you know anything about this . . . you should really tell someone."

"I don't have to tell you anything!" I screamed at them. And then, suddenly, the terror and stress of everything that had been going on got to me and I started to cry. Collin gave me a hug and I sobbed onto his shoulder. Once I had cried so much and there were no more tears to lose, I sniffed and let go.

"I've been having these dreams," I began. "Every time it's the same: a deep voice saying something about revenge and demanding that I follow what he says or he'll take my parents. The scary thing is that I think it's real. . ."

"Revenge?" asked Collin, looking confused. "Who could could want revenge?"

I racked my brains and tried to remember the exact words that were spoken. "I think he said that his wife was killed and he was coming to capture the people who killed her. I don't know what that means, but - "

"Oh my gods."

Helena and I both turned to look at Collin, who had turned really pale.

". . . Yes?"

"Gaea. Gaea was killed by our parents. And that means our enemy is - "

"Ouranos." I finished. "Father of the Titans and ruler of the sky."