"Should we kill her, my Lord? Before she wakes?"

"No. I wish to leave her for her Father. He will do the honors."

"Do you truly believe that Morpheus will do so? She is the child of his Prophecy."

"I would suggest you not question me, girl. You will do as I say. Make sure she does not break her restraints; I shall send someone to summon Morpheus."

There were footsteps, heavy and distinct a few feet away from me. A door closed and then silence. It was dark, I couldn't see anything, something I was not accustomed to. My eyes were closed and I was immediately aware of the fact, which is why I didn't understand; anytime I closed my eyes, even to blink, I was brought to the Dream World. This was not the Dream World; said thing was white, not black.

"Why are we left to tend her? Can't she kill us," came a shrill girl's voice.

"She's tied up, Minnie! She's not going to do us harm," retorted a boy from somewhere near my head.

"Then why do they fear her? Ethan said something about her overthrowing Morpheus and taking his spot in Olympus!" The fear was evident in the girl's voice.

"Ethan is wrong. If this girl were dangerous to even a god, Kronos would destroy her in an instant."

Mere seconds after Percy and Thalia broke the news that my Michael was gone from me, I decided that a suicide mission was a mighty fine idea. I'd headed to where Kronos and his army where resting during the day on the other side of New York City. Thalia caught up with me not far from the Plaza and attempted to convince me to not do anything stupid.

But stupid is as stupid does.

Thalia was not my friend. I'd only met her once before and that was when Thalia and a couple of Hunters showed up at Camp during the 'school year.' I'd been hyped up to meet her because Annabeth and quite a few others spoke so highly of this girl who'd given up her life to protect her friends. The second we met, however, we immediately butted heads.

She was a Huntress of Artemis, forever pledged to never evolve into the next stage in life: love. That was all fine and dandy, except she knew I loved Michael. Once upon a time, Thalia hated the Hunters and the idea of never having a romantic love. But she naturally became one of them when she joined. Somewhere after becoming a Hunter, Thalia began to distrust romantic love.

End of any kind of friendship.

I didn't stop marching towards Kronos, sword out and ready to kill anything that came too close to comfort. Thalia was willing to attempt to deter me from my course of action until the giants came into sight. At this point in time, Thalia's eyes widened in fear and she asked one last time if I might consider going back to the hotel. One finally time, I declined. She shook her head, muttered a hope I didn't die painfully, and ran back towards the Plaza; back towards our mutual friends.

I infiltrated Kronos' headquarters successfully, crossing the barrier without issue. I immediately attacked the first people I saw and took them out before they could raise the alarm. This was a suicide mission, anyone could plainly see that. I didn't want to die, but it had been a long time since I feared death. I knew what was on the other side and that was Michael-I had nothing left on Earth to keep me here. Somewhere in my mind, this was a good idea, me attacking Kronos' army when they were unaware. I was bound to die during this war anyway, so I might as well make myself useful and take out as many fighters as possible.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. One dozen opposing demigods that pledged themselves to Kronos were out cold and bleeding on the ground before anyone knew what was happening. Everyone was eating, resting, sharpening weapons, tending to the wounded and mourning their dead. The attack on the twelve demigods was quick, silent, and done in less than twenty seconds.

No one noticed what was happening. No one figured there would be someone brave (stupid) enough to attack them, alone and with only a sword as a weapon. There were dozens more demigods that we had, and many more monsters. With half of our Camp gone because they chose Kronos or where too afraid to return or too pig headed to fight, we stood almost no chance. We had heart, yes, but that wasn't enough in a war with this kind of magnitude.

I glared down at the twelve teens who were lying on the ground, bleeding and dying. Remorse and guilt racked my body as I met eyes with the only girl, whom I recognized from the Princess Andromeda:

"No, no! Ares is the God of War; Apollo is the God of the Sun. This is stuff you need to know," she huffed at me (obviously in this flashback….in case you didn't know).

"Why are there so many A's in Greek Mythology?"

The girl, Lauren, chuckled. "I don't know. But can we please get back on track?"

I stared out over the ledge of the Princess Andromeda, watching a dolphin flip in the Ocean. The wind was blowing softly and the sun was setting. I could hear other demigods fighting and practicing elsewhere on the ship, getting ready for the inevitable war between the Gods and the Titans.

"Who's your parent, Lauren?"

I turned to face her only to see her eyes flash. "Demeter. Why?"

"Why do you fight for Kronos?"

She shrugged, "She….was never there. The second I was born, she left me and my father. While she may be my blood, I feel no kinship with her."

I looked down at my shoes and we sat quietly for a minute together. Finally, she broke the silence. "Now, let's get back to work. Who's the Goddess of the Hunt?"

"Aphrodite?"

I shook my head and strayed away from my flashback. Lauren was watching me silently, grasping her stomach with a grimace on her face.

"I'm sorry, Lauren," I muttered quietly. "I understand why you fight for Kronos…but you must understand why I fight for the Gods."

Slowly, she nodded and opened her mouth to say something, but there was suddenly a scream. The two of us snapped our heads to the end of the alley. A small girl of about twelve was standing in the street, her eyes wide with fear and her sword at the ready in her hands.

"An intruder," she shrieked.

Immediately, I leapt over one of the fallen demigods and sprinted to the other end of the alley, planning on making an escape. But I was cut off by six demigods who appeared out of nowhere, two dozen more behind them. I slashed my sword at the nearest teen and quickly took him down, but the five others rushed me at the same time, bringing down their swords as one.

Someone's blade struck my face, reopening a long scar that I'd received on my cheek by Kayla, a scar very similar to the one Luke bore. Pain shot through my face, but I didn't take the time to worry about it; I hit the nearest kid with my shield and he fell to the ground in a daze. I twirled and stuck out my sword, slashing two of them at the same time in the stomach. The fifth and I engaged in a quick combat, but she went down just as fast as the first five. I looked up to see the other demigods rushing towards me, but I started running in the other direction.

No way could I take two dozen at once. Even if I could see their next moves, it wouldn't make a difference with an staggering amount of them taking me on. I could hear them following me, though. One of them was running very close to me, just a sword's length away from me. As quickly as I could, I got into his mind and pulled out his biggest fear; half a second later, his girlfriend was lying dead on the ground, stopping him in his tracks. I rounded a corner and immediately wished I hadn't.

At least three dozen more demigods and monsters were waiting for me. I was trapped and I knew this was the end of my life. So, I made an even dumber decision than deciding to cross into enemy territory.

I yelled and charged them, my sword raised high.

Surrendering would've been easier. If I did that, they wouldn't have fought me and try and kill me. Perhaps I would have been spared. But I didn't care about my life anymore; all I cared about was my friends. I thought this would perhaps benefit them, as they'd have less people to fight. Yet, I didn't surrender.

The crowd met me with yells and slashes and hits. I was struck dozens of times with blades of swords, my skin cutting open and pain shooting through my body; someone punched me in the head and I had to fight back the urge to grab my aching skull. I kept on fighting, right up until everyone backed away and a big blue giant strode up to me. An instant, I was off the ground and felt weightless and then I crashed right back into cement. I didn't move. I didn't breathe.

Everyone was silent as a small puddle of blood began to swarm into sight; this was a major injury on my part. The pain was unbearable and my body was telling me to sleep, but there was suddenly a figure walking towards me.

Luke….well, Kronos was.

He stopped in front of me and kneeled so his face was all I could see. "Violet, daughter of Morpheus. You're the one Morpheus is so fearful of? Not so scary now, are you?"

Kronos chuckled at his own humor, but I thought I saw a shift in his eyes. As if Luke was somewhere still in there, his eyes changed from gold to blue for a moment. But it didn't last long.

"You've come to infiltrate my army…brave girl. You know, we could've really used you on our side. Guess you're not all that bright if you chose your Gods." He stood up and his voice became louder as he spoke to his minions.

"This is the Daughter of Morpheus, come to die! She was sent by the Gods for a suicide mission. How nice of them to sacrifice her, right?" There were some gasps from a few of the demigods. Instantly, I saw what he was doing. Kronos wanted to make them angrier at the Gods, to make them fight harder and better than before. He said it like I was forced, or something.

He looked down at me with an unreadable expression. "Someone take her to the hotel. Do not tend to her wounds; bind her to a bed with whatever you can find."

We locked eyes for a moment and all I could see was Luke staring down at me, his eyes wide and blue. "I'm so sorry," he muttered before they went back to gold.

At that point, I'd passed out. I have no idea how long I've been out, but the pain suddenly hit me as I opened my eyes. I was lying in a bed, my hands and feet bound to the bedposts with rope, which were cutting into my skin. A boy and girl were standing not far from me, but on opposite sides of the bed. She looked down at me and yelped.

"She's awake! Quick, do something!"

The boy shook his head, grinning. "She can't hurt us Minnie. Look at her! She's bound and she's hurt!"

"But Ethan said-"

"I don't care what Ethan said," he suddenly yelled. The girl flew back with fear and bumped into a desk, falling onto the chair. The boy turned back to me and inched closer.

"Don't worry," he said soothingly. "All the pain will be over soon. You'll be dead and reunited with your fallen friends."

As if on cue, Morpheus and Kronos appeared out of nowhere, standing right in front of the bed. Morpheus had a frown on his face.

"I gave you many opportunities, Violet. I truly did not want to see any of my children die, but you all have given me no choice. I will not let you destroy me, child." He sighed once and then there was a pain worse than I already had.

My cuts, bruises, and aching bones were irrelevant. My entire body was on fire and it felt like my insides were coming out to the surface. There was a high pitched, painful scream erupting from somewhere in the room; it hurt my ears and the sound of it just made me want to die. After a moment, though, I realized it was coming from me.

After just a few seconds, though, an idea struck me. I tried to concentrate, closing my eyes and trying to keep myself from screaming. It was hard to do so, but after a moment, my mind left my body and I was in the Dream World.

Here, I felt no pain. I looked down at myself and here, I was good as new. Victoria looked up at me and sighed. "I was wondering when you were going to show. It's been awhile, you know. Finally decided to take a nap?"

I glared at her and shifted my thoughts to enter the mind of the girl who was in the room where I was dying. Fear raced through her thoughts as she watched my body writher and contort with pain. My body was covered in blood and bruises and the rope cut into my flesh even further. I took a deep breath and forced myself to use a power I'd never attempted before.

Suddenly, I was no longer just seeing from Minnie's point of view. I was Minnie. I had full control of her body, her movements, her mind. My body on the bed suddenly stopped, void of any mind; until I left Minnie's mind, my body would simply be an empty shell.

Researching through old Greek history, I read about one man who recounted that Hypnos, my grandfather, had manifested himself in a mortal's body. He had full control over the mortal because they'd been daydreaming, a slight consideration of sleep. This was only a snippet and as far as I could recall, Hypnos was the first and last God to possess someone.

And I was the first demigod to do so.

Morpheus shook his head, seemingly ending his tirade on my body. Kronos turned to him, "Well?"

Morpheus hung his head, "She is dead."

Kronos smiled, "Good, good. Now that she's out of the way, those demigods will have no one protecting their minds. When we fight, I want you to try and force them to stop them from fighting against my army. Do you understand?"

"Of course," Morpheus muttered. Kronos grinned again and walked out the door, his heavy footsteps following him down the hall. Morpheus looked down at my body, his eyes dark. "Terribly sorry, child," he said quietly. Then he was gone.

The boy looked from across the room to me (well, Minnie) with his eyes wide, then he moved closer to my body and began cutting off the ropes that held my body to the bed. After he was done, he used his fingers to close my eyes.

"She may have been a traitor," he muttered, "but she died like a hero." He looked back at Minnie, but I had him up against the wall with just a thought. Suddenly, new abilities hit me. Telekinesis, pyrokinesis, everything that I could do in the Dream World, was available for me in the real world. This was it; this was how I was more powerful than my father!

Morpheus may have been the one to help create the Dream World, but I was its master. Before, I thought I could simply trap people or take things from the Dream World. But it was so much more complicated than that. I could make it bend backwards and do whatever I please.

People do not sleep when they are conscious. But they do have daydreams, an indirect but powerful form of sleep. Every second, people are dreaming; every thought it connected to daydreams, which is connected to the Dream World. Like a tree and it's roots, everything has a connection.

How far I can take this, I'm not sure. But I was going to find out.

"Minnie," the boy whimpered, clearly afraid. I snapped back to reality and let him go. He immediately back up against the wall. I concentrated once more and felt myself leave Minnie's body and return to mine.

A world of pain welcomed me as I opened my eyes again. Minnie was on the floor, looking just as surprised as the boy. I shot up and quickly stood; the two of them cowered with fear.

"Don't worry," I said clearly. "I'm not going to hurt you." With that, I closed my eyes and concentrated on Percy. His thoughts popped up and I was suddenly standing in front of him, far away from Minnie and the boy.

"Violet?"

*Author's Note*

Woah! Snap, didn't see that coming!

Is it just a tad bit too ridiculous to believe? Please tell me and I'll change it. It does sound a little weird and stupid, and I know this, but…it's where the story's leading me. I let the story take on a life of itself….

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