Chapter 2:

OMG! I can't believe you're still reading this bulls- Well anyway, thank you for reading this! If there's some errors (i'm sure there is) please put it in the review that you make. *hint hint* *nudge nudge* *Frank holding sign saying "CLUE!"*

A wave of drowsiness hit me, and I stumbled a few steps back. The smell of warm milk invaded my nose, and an aura of tiredness made me wobble around.

"Woah… What just happened?" I asked. I noticed my words were slurred and I couldn't hold my eyes open for more than a second. When we finally made it into the cabin, the feeling just blew me away. It would be so nice just to sleep on the warm, soft bed, there were plenty of them that were unoccupied. I lay down, closed my eyes and…

Splash! Water hit me on the back of my head, dripping down my shirt, and soaked me. I whirled around to spot Annabeth (who looked as sleepy as I did) with an empty pitcher in her hands.

"Hypnos…" She muttered. "Out of all the gods, why did Hypnos get be in charge of dreams?" She then proceeded to yank me to my feet, and slap me across the face. "C'mon seaweed brain, Hypnos is the god of sleep. You sleep here, you might not get up. Now come on, there's someone who I think can help you out." So I willed myself dry (handy trick, the perks of being the son of the sea god) and we continued to the campers on the other side of the cabin.

The next few feet felt like miles. I was so tired, I thought maybe falling asleep forever wasn't the worst idea. Finally, Annabeth shook a camper, trying to wake him up.

"Clovis!" Annabeth shouted. It took about five minutes of this, to finally get him up, well… relatively. Good thing Annabeth was still armed with her pitcher.

"Hmm, what? Oh hey guys… Why am I all wet?" Clovis slurred.

"We have a dream problem. Think you can help us?" Annabeth asked. I noticed that even her eyes started to droop.

"In five minutes. Good night." Clovis said as he fell back into the bed.

"Now what?" I asked Annabeth.

"Hmmm…" she said.

"What?"

"Hmmm…"

I whirled around and realized she had fallen back on a bed and had started to snore. I tried to wake her up, but shaking and yelling did no good. Finally, I decided I needed water. Unfortunately, Annabeth's pitcher was empty, leaving only one source of water. I was a little worried it would be too strong, due to my rising panic, but I tried it anyway.

Ever since I journeyed into the Labyrinth several years ago, I learned that as a son of Poseidon, I was able to generate my own water. I hadn't quite mastered doing it in small amounts, but it was worth a shot.

I concentrated, and with a tug in my gut, a stream of water appeared, flowing from Clovis's bed, to Annabeths. They woke with a start, sputtering and using some, uh, interesting language. I felt success that I was able to do that, but I guess it got to me, because the next thing I knew, the beds, Clovis, Annabeth and I started flowing towards the door. I tried to make the water stop, the way I had the geysers in the Labyrinth, but the water, strangely enough, didn't obey. The water pushed us and slammed us against the wall. The water was rising, it had nowhere to go, the door was closed, but a bed (with a camper still on it) flowed and slammed the door open.

"Brace your se-" I started before the current swept us out the face met the ground roughly, as I tried to pull myself back up. I watched the gushing door with panic.

Annabeth (who had recovered a little bit faster than I would liked her to) whirled around and glared at me. "What in HADES were you thinking?!"

I shrugged. "I had to get you up somehow. Wait, where's Clovis?"

We both turned trying to spot Clovis. Turns out, he was stuck in a bush, somehow still asleep. Annabeth and I grabbed him by his arm and dragged him away from the cabin. While Annabeth tried to wake him up, I tried to stop the water flow in the cabin. After a minute of concentration, the water stopped, leaving everything everywhere and wet. It was a bad idea, but I made more water and used it to push the- well, everything back into place. Doing so, I then willed the water to flow out of whatever was wet and I shot it in a forceful jet at Clovis's face.

"Gah!" Clovis sprung awake muttering some words that would have gotten me expelled at Yancy. "Where was I?" Clovis muttered to himself. "Oh, right. Help you guys. What did you need?"

"Percy had a...well...interesting dream. You think you can decipher what it means?" Annabeth asked.

"Lets find out." Clovis replied. He put his hand to my forehead and said one word:

"Sleep."

I woke up to the smell of smoke. I jumped away, expecting a fire, but it was just Annabeth and Clovis, Clovis looking more awake than I've ever seen.

"Is it just me, or do you smell smoke?" I asked.

"While interpreting your dream, Clovis started having a seizure. At least thats what we thought it was. The moment he stopped trying to interpret your dream it stopped, but we drew a conclusion from there." Annabeth replied.

"Still doesn't answer my question. Do you smell smoke?" I repeated.

"It was intense. You started to dissolve." Annabeth said bluntly.

"I take it you mean literally?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Ahhh...no."

"Don't ask then."

"Moving on, did you guys find anything?" I asked.

"You were cursed." Clovis said, once again looking sleepy.

"By who?" I asked. Seriously, who spends time cursing me?

I didn't get my answer though, thanks to the attack that followed