A/N: Hey, guys...Long time no see, huh? I think I've almost forgotten how to do this, come to think of it. So, if it's a little OOC, my apologies.

Hope you enjoy!

~Future

Disclaimer: I in no way, form, or fashion own PJO. I do, however, own Moon, Percival, Ellie, Chelsea, and any others who do not belong in the original stories. I also do not own any reference to the movie Steel Magnolias, which I recommend all to see. (The quotes will be italisized) :)

Moon's POV:

The smell of Camp Half-Blood has always been comforting to me. I never had to be anything that I wasn't here; I was accepted.

I couldn't say much more for Chelsea, though.

I was bouncing in my seat the whole drive there, and was nearly about to explode as Dad pulled up to the giant Half-Blood Hill. I wasted no time as the car pulled to a haulting stop. I hadn't seen Ellie in nearly two weeks; I was becoming home sick for my best friend, who was more than likely here. I ran to the back of the car and pulled out my suit case, then took off up the hill, leaving the others in the dust.

I reached the top of the hill, and gazed down at the glorious camp grounds. My eyes gazed across the strawberry fields, the Big House, the armory, and the cabins. My father's was the most dazling to me, with low-set ceilings made of coral.

Granddad surely had a taste for building things.

Grasping the handle, I dashed up the hill and crossed the border without a second thought. I immediately saw Ellie, Carter, Connor and my friend, Olivia, waving me down like there was no tomorrow. I hurriedly made my way over to them, and Ellis crushed me in a hug. "It's about time you got here!" she shouted, elbowing Carter. "My brother's been - "

"Worried," Carter said suddenly. "I thought maybe you weren't coming this year. I shoul've known better; you guys come every year." Did I see his cheeks go red?

I tried not to think about it. "You can stop worrying, then," I smiled, draping my arm across Ellie's shoulders. "Come on, let's get unpacked; I've got a lot of work to do." Ellie laughed cheerfully and helped me lug my suit case to the Poseidon cabin. The moment I walked in, the smell of sea salt engulfed me, and I sighed, placing my suit case on mine and Dad's bunk. Chelsea always slept on the bunk across from ours.

"How's your summer been so far?" Ellie asked, taking out my pictures and placing them on Dad's bedside table. I never ceased to bring my pictures.

"Boring!" I said, putting my clothes in one of the dresser drawers. "The biggest entertainment I've had so far was this morning when I tossed Name Freak in the pool."

"Why'd you do that?" Ellie has always had a particular liking to my brother, although we did joke around about him.

"He stole my dia - journal. Tried to drop it in the water. I couldn't have that. So I just sort of...grabbed him with the water and...put him in the pool..."

"Why couldn't you just let him drop it in the water and then use your fancy-smancy water powers to dry it up?"

"Well I - " but she had a point. I really don't know why I did what I did; the thought had never run through my mind. "Um, anyway," I said, glancing over my shoulder as Dad came in. He left us to doing what we do, putting some of his own stuff back up and smiling when he saw the pictures.

"Let's go check on Audrick," I said, grabbing Ellis by the wrist and yanking her out of the cabin. We walked in silence for a few moments, examining the grass and things surrounding us.

"I'm sorry," she said finally. I shook my head, stuffing my hands in my pockets.

"No need to be. You were right. I was wrong. It's not an uncommon thing, Ellis." I grinned slightly, nudging her with my shoulder. Anyone who got near us could tell there was an awkward silence going on; the tension around us was uncanny.

Ellie must've noticed, because not long after did she elbow me, pushing me a little away from her. I grinned, and did the same thing back, until we were practically shoving each other. Our laughter was contagious to those around us, whether they be demigods our age or even some quarter bloods.

"Forgiven?" I asked, out of breath, but still laughing slightly. Ellie nodded.

"I can never stay mad at you. You know I love you more than my luggage."

"Haha," I said, "and you worship the quick sand I walk on."

"Always." Ellie smiled as a loud horn blew in the distance. We glanced at each other once, and in unison said, "Dinner."

We raced to the pavilion.

Audrick's POV:

Everything was neat and orderly in mine and Mom's drawer. I stood up from my bent position and popped my back so that all tension was released. I felt so normal here, surrounded by other brainiacs like Uncle Malcolm, Aunt Stacey and my cousins Minerva and Ally.

We hadn't been at camp for an hour and already I felt like we were at home.

"Audrie!" Minerva attacked me from behind, almost knocking me to the ground.

"Hey, Minnie," I said, laughing. Minnie was just as tall as I was. She had dirty blonde hair and blue, misty eyes. She was my age, as well as her twin Ally.

"Audrick!" shouted Ally, almost coming at me like a rocket. She stopped just short, and instead gave me a bone crushing hug. She possessed grey eyes, dark, curly hair, and lots of freckles. She also wore thick-rimmed, black glasses. Like all of us, she had that special athletic build and natural tan.

"Good...to see you...too." I gasped out, trying to smile. "Ally...my...lungs...are...collapsing!"

"Oops," she said, letting me go. "Sorry."

"No problem." I put on my best smile and gave her a less strengthened hug back.

"What've you been up to, Audrie?" asked Minerva, jumping with ease into the bunk above mine. She dangled her legs, swining them back and forth.

"Reading, school. You?"

"Same. Although me and my sister here had a recent competition."

"What about?"

"Running through the woods," she said, smiling, jumping back down to the floor and grasping my shoulders. "As in the Camp Half-Blood woods. With monsters and all that still running around."

"Oh," was all I could manage.

"And we were hoping," Ally continued, bouncing on the balls of her feet, "that our favorite cousin would come and join us."

"Why me?" I asked.

"Because Hayley would never be up to it, and Chelsea would rather spend time with her laptop fantasizing over actors."

"Well...I don't know..."

"Please!" Minnie chirped. "It'll be fun. We'll sneak out after everyone else is asleep. Okay?"

I didn't know what to say. I guess that in hiens-sight (sp?) I should've told them no, should've really considered what they were asking. But it's how they were asking it; Minnie with her wide, intimidating eyes, and Ally, her features sprawled into an almost puppy-like look.

"Oh...okay," I said finally, smiling. "Tonight when everyone's asleep."

"Meet us at the armory," Ally said. "We need to prepare just in case."

That was my warning sign. I ignored it, of course, and instead went back to unpacking my novels and sticking them under my pillow. A few minutes later, the conch horn rang across Camp Half-Blood, and we all filed out of the Athena cabin.

My mother was at the head of the line. She looked nervous, almost uncertain about something as she led us out. I tried not to think about it.

Hayley had to get her mind reading powers from somewhere, right?

Chelsea's POV:

I waited until everyone was at dinner except for Dad before I started unpacking. I wanted to be alone with just him, even if for just a few minutes.

"You okay?" he finally asked, sitting down on the edge of my bunk.

"Yeah," I answered, turning my head slightly.

"You're lying." Dad said, patting the spot on the bed next to him. I sat down without even thinking about it, my head still hung low. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

"Chelsea Athene." his voice wasn't stern or angry; it was calm, quiet, I would almost say supiscious. "Look at me," he said softly, grasping my chin slightly and lifting my head up to where I would have to look at him. "What happened?"

"Nothing," I insisted. "I just...it's nothing. Can we go eat now?" I started to get up, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down.

"You think I can't tell your lying. Your mother thought the same thing when she was Hayley's age." he laughed at the thought of this, as if him being that young was a memory greater than anything else. "In fact, I think she handled it the same way as well. She would fake that smile you have - " I felt my mouth twinge when he said that. I was smiling; fakely, of course, " - and her dimples would show. Her eyes, however, they would get even more cloudy; like going from a peaceful grey to a raging storm. I remember that I could practically see the gears turning in her head as she tried to sort out her emotions. Annabeth's never been good with letting go of her emotions.

"She'd make the same faces, the same excuses, and I learnt quickly that she was telling a lie. I had a special way of getting it out of her, too."

"How's that?" I felt my mouth say.

"I'd tell her that I was like a tree; that I would sit still and listen to whatever she had to say, and if she wanted me to, that I wouldn't speak a word about it. I told her that she could tell me anything. I mean it for, you, too. Now, tell me," he smiled and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, "what's going on?"

It was at that moment that I couldn't keep it in any longer. I hadn't told anyone about my dreams I'd been having; about the people at school. I felt like right then would be the perfect time to get it off my chest. My daddy is a tree, I told myself. My daddy is a tree. He won't say anything if I ask him not to, not even to Mom. I can trust him. He is a tree.

"You have to promise you won't tell Mom," I said quietly, so quiet he actually had to lean closer to hear.

"I promise." were the two words he said. And then I jumped into my story.

"It always starts out the same. I'm always running in a field; a dark, solemn field..."

Flashback.

I can feel the tingles crawling up my back before I even feel the wind blow. The sky is cloudy, with an orange-yellow tint to it. The grass around me is dead, and moves in a silent rhythum to the wind. I hear the caw of crows, the scratching of shuffling feet across the dry grass...and laughter.

At first it's light. It's free. But then it turns sinsiter and cold. Goosebumps pirckle on my skin, and chills run down my spine. The figure is dark, ghostly; tall, and blonde.

Its my sister.

"Hayley?" I ask, trying to step back; but I can't move. I'm stuck there, as if my feet are stuck to the ground. She cackles again, and her eyes are no longer green - they're red. A deep, dark red that just spells evil. "Hayley!" I scream as she comes closer, her pencil-sword raised. "Please!" I find tears streaming down my cheeks as I look at the glint in her eyes. It has no mercy; it shows no shame. It's like she's being controlled by someone or something, something we've never seen before.

It's frightening.

She pokes the tip of the sword to my chin, pushing it in until a feel it stab me just a bit. A wet subtance trickles down and hits the grass below me. I see red tinted on her sword. She twists it slightly so that the tip of the blade cuts a gash across my cheek. The metallic taste of blood leaks into my mouth. Next, she slams the sword down, and a searing pain races through my arm. The next thing I know is that I'm floating backwards; she hit me in the chest with the butt of her sword, knocking all of the air out of me.

"H-Hayley..." I wheeze. "P-please..." I raise my shaky hand up in an attempt to protect myself.

"You all hate me..." she mumbles, her eyes lost in a trance. "Everyone hates me."

"That's not true!" I scream. "Everyone loves you!" I gasp in air. "I love you!"

She seems startled. Her eyes change back to green for a mere moment.

And then that moment ends. "You're a liar, just like the rest!" it's only then I see the red splattered across her pink top and white skirt. She's already killed everyone else; she just had to get to me. "You're a liar..." her voice sounds small and broken as she raises her sword. Our eyes clash for just a second and then she swings down and an inexcapable pain spreads through my chest, and I cry out.

They say that when you face death, your whole life flashes before your eyes. I can't honestly say that that's true.

I can't deny it, either.

Once I finished, Dad just stared at me. In the few minutes that had passed, he'd leaned agains the head board and wrapped me in both of his arms like I was three again. His face held a look of shock, and a look of dread. It was like he had heard that all before, and it only now got more in depth.

I took a shaky breath. "And...and I've been having this dream ever since December, on and off. As we can see, I've already got it memorized."

"I see," Dad said after a pause. Then he shook his head and smiled. "It'll all be fine, Chelse. C'mon, Sea Shell. Dinner must be half over."

I couldn't help but laugh. Dad stood up and I followed him.

"Race you to the pavillion?" I asked, grinning. He smiled and nodded.

We raced like we were two little kids, and I won. I would have to tell him later about the kids at school and all that they'd said about me.

I couldn't think about it right then, however. For dinner we had my favorite, pepperoni pizza and blue Cherry Coke. That was a small thing I had inherited from Dad.

But still I wondered as we sat down by my sister, what did that dream mean? What was its purpose? Was my sister really going to be possessed by some other force and kill everyone in our family?

I didn't know, and to be honest, I'm not sure that I wanted to find out.

DONE! I hope it's good for a come-back chapter. I also hope you guys aren't mad at me. It's been almost two months since I updated. *le sigh*

Love you guys, hope you enjoyed!

~Future