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Hello once again everyone! First off, I know the chapters are still very similar, you don't have to tell me. The point of the branching story is small differences at first, which lead up to the story progressing differently and different things happening. I know they're similar.

Also, I'm sorry I'm not updating as much anymore, I've been really busy with school, we just started a new trimester at my school so I've been caught up with that, and haven't had time to write as much as I was before, but I am continuing this story, I'm not abandoning it!

That's everything for now, so I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Percy's POV

I would like to say that I had another dreamless night, but it wouldn't help anything to lie.

I had a nightmare, and even by my standards, it was terrible.

I was alone in the dark. I looked around, but there was nothing around me, as if I was in a very large room. I couldn't see the walls or ceiling from where I was, but I couldn't move, no matter how hard I tried or what direction I tried to push myself. I was stuck.

Then there was a wind blowing around me, swirling around me like I was in the center of a tornado, and I could feel it tearing at my clothes, and whipping against my skin.

I stood, looking around, trying to figure out where I was, and then the voices started. They were terrible, it sounded like harsh whispers, cutting through the wind and into my ears.

"You aren't wanted"

"You aren't needed"

"You have no purpose"

The voices were coming from every direction at the same time, and from nowhere. No matter which direction I turned, I couldn't find where they were coming from.

They kept telling me the same things, over and over.

"You are useless, nobody wants you anymore. You're role as a tool of war has been fulfilled, and now, like any other tool without a purpose, will be discarded, tossed away, like a useless broken object that you are."

I couldn't get them out of my head.

I collapsed to my knees, closing my eyes tight and clamping my hands over my ears as hard as I could, trying to block the voices out. It didn't help.

They kept telling me the same thing over and over for what felt like hours.

Then, they stopped.

I moved my hands for a moment and opened my eyes.

I was still here, trapped in the darkness.

Then, the worst thing that could've happened, did.

Annabeth's voice came.

I immediately recognized it and hoped that I was going to wake up, and find out that the last few weeks had all been just a bad nightmare, but then I heard what she was saying to me.

"You're alone Percy, you truly always were. You were nothing but a weapon, a tool, something to be discarded when we were finished with you."

I couldn't believe what was happening. Annabeth's voice was telling me I had never had anyone else, I was just an object.

No, this is a dream, this isn't real.

But it seemed so real. It sounded just like her.

I was on the ground again, clenching my jaw tight, covering my ears and closing my eyes, not daring to open them, but I could hear her, telling me I was useless, broken, no longer needed.

I couldn't take it, I fell to my side on the ground screaming.

I woke up.

I could feel the sweat from the nightmare still on me. My jaw hurt from clenching it so tightly, and I was grasping the sheets with tight fists. My knuckles were white and it was difficult to make the muscles in my hands relax.

I stood up from my bed, shaking.

It was still dark outside, probably the middle of the night, but there was always at least a little light coming from the salt water fountain.

I walked around my cabin rubbing my eyes and face with my hands. I couldn't get Annabeth's voice out of my head.

It was always there, taunting me, telling me I was useless.

I went over to my nightstand and opened the drawer.

I pulled out my journal and walked back over to my bed and sat down on the edge of the bed. I opened the journal and read it.

A few hours later, I was finished reading everything I had written in it. It hadn't helped, I was still miserable, and the depression I had felt when Annabeth left me was back, and worse than ever. No one needed me. They acted like my friends, but it was all an act. None of them had treated me the same since my attempt except Nico.

Nico… He was the only one who understood what I was going through, who treated me like a friend.

It was out of pity, it had to be. I didn't have any friends, he only helped me because he knew the pain himself.

I tossed the journal over to the edge of my bed, but before I looked away from it, I saw the pages flip open from the toss to something I hadn't written.

That wasn't my handwriting, so who had written it, and what was it?

I picked the journal back up and looked at what was written there.

Notes. They were notes written by the rest of the seven, and they were all words of support and encouragement.

Each of the notes had a bit of what the person was in them. Leo's note had a few attempts at humor in it, Piper's was kind of understanding, Jason's was straightforward to the point, and so on. I smiled a little as I read them.

I got past the sixth and saw that there was one that was written by Nico. I didn't know why he had written one, he was always there helping me out, but I read it anyways.

He told me a lot about himself in the note, talking about how he felt when Bianca had died, and that he understood and would always treat me like a friend, like I'd tried to do for him.

I read the note several times and couldn't help smiling at it. It was strange for Nico to share his emotion about anything, especially something like his sister, but he had written them down in my journal for me.

I decided that I had read it enough, and turned the page again.

I immediately recognized the handwriting to be Annabeth's and slammed my journal shut.

I didn't know what I thought about my emotions for Annabeth, especially after she apologized and told me she still cared, but it was confusing.

That, and the dream… I couldn't read it, at least not right now, the nightmare was still stuck in my mind and I couldn't get her voice telling me I was alone out of my head.

I set the journal back in the drawer in my nightstand and laid back down on the bed.

I thought about everything that was written, and tried to forget my dreams.

My last thoughts before I drifted off were my friends that I still had, the last one being Nico…

*Applause* Well, maybe not. Applauding for yourself is a bit sad, so I'll stop that. That was chapter 11 Branch 2, I hope you enjoyed it, because it took some time figuring out what I wanted to do with this. I hope you all enjoy, and keep reading as this story progresses! Please review and let me know what you think, and I hope to see all of you in the next one!