Chapter Two

I woke up with a pounding headache. I don't remember anything that happened yesterday. I glanced around the room, and I was pleased to discover it was mine. My eyes fell on the clock. Oh no. I have been asleep for three days. Why was this? I had no clue. All I remembered was blacking out and then...

"Oh good, you're up!" chirped a voice I did not recognise. standing in front of me was this perky blonde woman, who was not my aunt. Where was my aunt anyway? I couldn't recall. I responded a witty reply to the blonde lady.

"Umm"

"Silly! You should go back to bed, you wouldn't want your brother seeing you like this! He would be worried sick!" she giggled. I decided right away that she was going to annoy the heck out of me. But wait, did she say brother? I didn't have a brother. I finally got the words to speak.

"Who are you?"

"You don't remember your own mother? You must have hit your head hard on that tree!" my 'mother' responded, giggling. Okay, something was off. I didn't remember much, but I did know that I didn't have a mother.

"I don't have a mother." I stated clearly. The blonde woman's face fell. Wow, she must have really believed she was my mother.

"Honey, I know that. That's why you're adopted." Okay. Now I was just annoyed. I couldn't remember much, but I knew I wasn't adopted. My aunt had cared for me, right? Yes. Right. But what was her name? it frustrated me that I didn't know. I hated it when I didn't know things. Especially important things. I sighed, going to my last resort to get information. As much as I didn't feel like talking, I knew I had to ask blonde lady about Aunt... Aunt... UGH I couldn't remember!

"Where's my aunt?"

"You don't have an aunt," she responded, confused by my question."Sweetheart, what do you remember?" What did I remember? Well, I remembered having an aunt, I was 12 years old, and umm... nothing else. I told her just so.

"Honey, let me tell you the real stuff, not your imagination. First of all, you must've lost your memory when you biked into that tree. Oh, I was so worried! Anyway, you have me, Dad, and Alex as your family. Oh! I should tell them you're up! Also, We live in Long Island, New York, and you are in 6th grade. Do you remember school information? What about your friends, like the little blonde cutie you always hung out with?

Suddenly, a name popped into my mind. Emma. My best friend. Almost everything came flooding back, besides the part about my aunt. I remembered my adopted mom was Lucy Rose, and my real parents died in a car crash when I was young. Still, even with all those memories flooding back, something didn't feel right. This was all to much too handle. I couldn't think, the world was turning dark again. My head hit the pillow with a soft thud, and within seconds I passed out yet again

'Dream'

"Is it her time yet?" A voice whispered in the darkness, a feminine tone.

"No," a gruff deep voice stated,"We must a few more years." He said this as if anyone would dare opposed, he would crush them to bits. I didn't doubt he would, and I could tell the woman didn't either. But what were they talking about? Whose time?

A tiny cracking sound took me out of my thoughts, and I looked around. I was in this beautiful courtyard, hiding behind an intricately detailed pillar. I tried to make out the voices of who was talking, but I failed.

"Oh yes, the prophecy." The female voice sighed. "Oh, I wish it didn't have to be this way. I knew her aunt was going to be found eventually." I knew I had an aunt! But what was the woman talking about being found?

"Daughter, we can not change what the Fates have decided. We will just have to hope the prophecy is not what it seems."

There it was again, prophecy. I had no clue what a prophecy was, but it seemed important. I was debating whether to ask these figures who they were when the scene changed

'Dream change'

"Annabeth, what are you doing?" A young boy's voice questioned. I was standing right by them, but they couldn't see me. That was odd. Others were reading among him, but they weren't listEning. They were in a cabin of sorts, and the walls were covered in architectural designs. I had to admire them. They were flawless, down to every detail. I could of stared at them all day, but i remembered the boy. The boy looked about a or two older than me, and looked strangely familiar. He had jet black hair, and sea green eyes. I think he used to go to my school or something, but I didn't remember.

"Percy, what do you think I'm doing?" The girl he was talking to responded. She had stormy grey eyes, with her curly blonde hair in a ponytail. "I'm trying to find a cure for... for Thalia." I had no clue who Thalia or the girl talking was, but I recognised Percy.

"Annabeth, what if there is no cur-"

"No, I am not letting my friend die. Even if she is a tree." Wait, what? This Annabeth girl had a friend who was a tree. Okay, it was official, I was hallucinating in my dream.

"But Chiron had already been looking, can't he just look for it himself?"

Annabeth glared at him. Clearly, she did not like the idea of someone else questioning her.

"Percy," she started dangerously, "I need to find a cure. You don't understand. Thalia -she choked- well we were close." Percy nodded, as if he got it.

"Let me help you out then." He smiled at her.

"A daughter of Athena shouldn't need help, but I guess..." I didn't even get the chance to process what she said because suddenly someone walked, no barged in.

"Percy! Annabeth! Come quickly!" Percy and Annabeth glanced at each other worriedly. I didn't understand what they were so worried about. I guessedI wouldn't be able to find out because before i knew it, I was being whisked away. Well, that was disappointing. I had no idea where I was going, or what any of them were doing.

I couldn't think anymore. I wanted to wake up, but it was like I was being forced to sleep. Weird.

I abruptly landed, again not knowing where I was. I tended to think that a lot today, and I didn't like it.

This time, I was on a movie set. there were people rushing around everywhere. They were bumping into each other left and right, not even saying sorry.

"Tristan!" I heard a snotty voice call out, like she was in charge of everything.

"What, Jane? I'm kind of busy right now!" A man, probably Tristan, responded sounding annoyed. He looked in about his 40s, and I could tell he must have been a big movie star.

"It's your daughter again, she wants to see you." Jane answered in a bored tone. Tristan's face softened for the tiniest millisecond, but then changed back to a business tone. I only was able to notice it because I was studying both of them.

"Let her in, but tell her I only have five minutes." Tristan sighed.

"Whatever you say, Mr. McLean," Jane pushed the button on the intercom. She plastered a fake smile on her face and spoke in a fake cheery voice. I disliked her immediately. "Come on in, Pepper! Your dad only has a little bit, though!"

"It's Piper, and you know that." A girl with choppy brown braids and gold- no wait- green- no blue, they just kept changing colors, walked into the set. Piper looked around my age, 12 or 13 maybe. Of some native american tribe heritage, by the looks of her. She looked annoyed and tired. Piper walked right up to Tristan, with her arms crossed, and a determined look on her face.

"Dad, we need to talk."

"Can't we talk later? I'm a little preoccupied."

"No, we need to talk NoW." Piper said forcefully. She looked bewildered when her dad grabbed the nearest chair and sat on it. She snapped out of her surprise and sat down in front of him.

"I need you to listen to me, like really listen. Not your usual listening and going off somewhere, not even thinking about what I said."

"Okay." Mr. McLean said, giving her his full attention. By the look on Piper's face, this hardly happened. Jane looked over at Piper accusingly. Piper shot daggers with her eyes back at her.

"You know I didn't steal the car. There is no proof that I did."

"Piper, we have been over this. You didn't keep the car, that's true, but you did steal it. The car owner distinctly remembered you taken it."

"But, Dad! I gave it back, right? There is no need to send me to that weird wilderness school, where juvenile kids go! I am not a troublemaker!"

" Piper, that is my final decision. You are going because you will learn good things from there, and steer away from stealing. nothing will change my mind. If it makes you feel better, Jane looked up the school, and she thought you would love it." Piper's dad told her sternly.

Piper looked ready to either pull her hair out or strangle her father. "Uh, Dad, Jane is wrong! YOU'RE wrong! I'm not going to learn anything" With that, the girl with choppy brown braids stormed out. Tristan sighed again, probably exasperated by his daughter. They didn't seem very close. I wondered how terrible that Wilderness school was, By the way Piper had described it, it sounded like she was going to a prison. Jane clucked her tongue.

"That girl is never going to learn, is she?"

"I just wish she would listen to me sometimes. I have to get back to work." Jane nodded as he walked off, and went back to her computer.

The set faded, and I entered darkness yet again. Why was I being shown that? What did those people have to do with me? Were they even alive? A voice i didn't recognise whispered in my ear,

"It is not over, you will learn much more." The scene changed yet again.

What does everyone think? Please review or comment, so I know people are actually enjoying this! otherwise, I won't feel the need to continue. Anyways, what do you think Sierra's going to see next? Any ideas?