Daphne

Daphne dreamed of Death.

She was lying in the cave being covered in ice, and then a man appeared before her extending his hand. The one word Daphne could think of to describe him was beautiful. He had olive colored skin, long dark hair, and dark black angel wings. "Come with me Miss Morgan."

Daphne was about to take the man's hand when a bright green glow from behind her forced him back. "It is not her time Thanatos!" shouted a resilient voice from behind her.

Then the dream shifted, and she was back at her family's plantation in Atlanta. It was the night of her debutante, and she had just broken off her second engagement and was crying on the front porch.

Then she saw the hunters. A group of around 12 young girls, were walking through the cotton fields near Daphne's house. They didn't look much different than they did today: silver parkas, with bows and quivers strapped on their backs.

"Excuse me," Daphne called out to them, "why aren't you all wearing dresses?"

The oldest of the girls, who was wearing a silver circlet in her hair, stepped forward. "We are not trapped by the rules of men. Who are you to ask us this question?"

"My name's Daphne Morgan. And I agree with you. Men stink."

Another girl stepped forward. "Zoe, perhaps this one would like to join us." She said.

Zoe eyed Daphne with a kind stare. "Do you? You would never be able to be with a man for eternity. But if that is what you want, then you may join us in the hunt."

"I do." Daphne said with a determined look in her eye.

The dream faded and Daphne woke up. "Where am I?" She asked groggily.

"Hunter camp." Sarah said next to her, looking guilty as ever. "Sorry for, um, almost killing you by the way."

Daphne remembered the moments before being frozen vaguely: Sarah falling asleep, a snow storm starting to emanate from her, Daphne trying to wake her up, and then getting blown into the wall and knocked out.

"Hey, I'm all better now, so it's fine." Daphne said.

"No, it's not," Sarah went on, tears rolling down her cheek, "I should have told you guys from the start." And then Sarah explained about her curse. How in ancient Greece Khione had cursed Boreas's next child to freeze everything they loved, how she froze her teddy bear at age two, her hamster at six, her cat at 10, and then her history class (her favorite subject) the day she was taken to Camp Half-Blood.

"Wow." Was all Daphne could say. That had to be tough, having all your stuff frozen solid and killed. "So, the curse of the winter from the prophecy… is you?"

"Pretty much," Sarah explained, "I don't know how to reverse it though."

"Maybe Artemis will tell you." Daphne said trying to comfort her friend.

At that point Logan walked out. "Your turn." He said, clearly talking to Daphne. Daphne couldn't place why, but he definitely looked shaken up.

She got up and walked inside the tent. When she got inside she noticed Thalia and Artemis squabbling. "Thalia, I am asking you to promise me you will not."

"But my lady-"

"Promise."

Thalia bowed her head and muttered something that sounded like "Okay." Artemis noticed Daphne and motioned for Thalia to leave. The next four words Artemis said shook Daphne up worse than she had ever been before.

"You have betrayed me."