I jumped out of a window on the highest level of the Plaza Hotel. For not even 1/10th of a second, I was hovering high above the New York ground; not even a heartbeat later, I was falling past windows and countless stories with blinding speed. My heart raced as the ground came closer and when my face was just inches from the cement, I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the collision. But no collision came.

I was flying over New York, watching Kronos and a few members of his loyal army were converged together on the other side of town. I dived down, air whipping around me violently, everything a blur except Kronos' face. I narrowly avoided crashing into the ground and suddenly looking eye level into Kronos' golden eyes. He stayed frozen for a moment until he whipped around to speak with three young demigods waiting dutifully behind him.

"Our spy is dead. We must attack now while the element of surprise is still fresh in the air," he spoke with a dead, toneless voice. Kronos narrowed his eyes at the only female and youngest amongst the three, a blonde of about fourteen. "Gather your troops, daughter of Athena. We attack in mere minutes."

The blonde glanced anxiously at the two boys on her left before fixing her gaze on Kronos. Stuttering, she said, "I-I don't think that's wisest. Our best fighters are injured and the others are too wary to fight any longer; if we send them into battle now, the only thing that will come out of it is their sure slaughter. It seems more logical to return to Base Camp and wait a little longer to take control of Olympus."

Kronos, who'd been displaying his best poker face as she spoke, suddenly twitched his eyebrows. Slowly, anger and hate mixed their way onto his face; the daughter of Athena took a step backward, petrified.

"You dare question my commands? Did I ask for your opinion?"

Squeaking with fear and grey eyes glossy with tears, she croaked, "But you'd ask that I give you advice! You said you wanted to know what the best battle strategies are!"

Kronos' golden eyes flashed, "If you value your life, you'll do as I say now! Rally the remaining troops for attack," he spat at her. The blonde remained stunned for one moment, frozen with fear, but bolted the next second. Almost a dozen demigods that had been at the threes' flanks took off with her, terror radiating off of each of them.

Kronos took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. A second later, he was glaring at the tallest of the boys, a dark haired boy with captivating blue eyes. Said boy had a cocky, sideways smirk and his eyes clearly told me that he thought his he was hot stuff; the cut above his left eye begged to differ.

I caught myself staring at the boy, caught off guard at how familiar he was. I racked through my mind for any possible meeting with this boy; had I met him on the Princess Andromeda? He seemed perfectly content with being in Kronos' presence, as if it wasn't a big deal. Even the most daring demigods were frightened of being anywhere near the Titan Lord.

Then I remembered Aphrodite, her warning, and my dream. He's my supposed soul mate.

Anxiety began running through me upon this realization. I looked him up and down; he was visibly taller than the boy next to him and was dramatically taller than the girl who'd fled, and she was average height. The boy was rather thin, not too scrawny or anything, but seemed to have shed his baby fat.

He wore a simple black tee-shirt, leather jacket, jeans, and green converse. I smiled to myself; my kind of guy. Wait-what was I thinking? He's not my soul mate! Aphrodite does not decide my destiny!

"Tobias," Kronos directed at the boy, "I want you and your siblings on the front line. Carly and the rest of her siblings will be directing the fighters until they're needed to fight, but I want you to be first in the action. Understand?"

"Yes Sir," the boy, Tobias, said confidently. The kid next to him, however, didn't look as confident. He glanced sideways at Tobias, an unsure expression on his face. He braced himself then spoke up, which probably isn't the smartest thing to do, considering his leader.

"Sir, perhaps Carly's right. She is a daughter of Athena, after all. When have you ever known a child of Athena to be wrong? We'd just be sending soldiers to their death with an attack right now," he finished with his face set and eyes suddenly brave.

Kronos narrowed his eyes at the brave boy. "Perhaps you have a death wish, Robert. I've never known a son of Ares to be intelligent, and you are not proving that you are in fact smart. Go back to your troop and prepare them for an immediate battle with the army of the gods."

Robert opened his mouth again to argue, but I suddenly felt something pulling on me. I flew away from the ground, jerked back into the air and speeding back to the Plaza. On the highest level, I barreled through an open window, landing swiftly on my feet.

I opened my eyes from where I sat, meditating on the floor of an unused room that Percy had pointed out to me as sound proof. There was no doubt I was able to connect with the Dream World and get into people's heads at any point in time, but to really take full control of my abilities, I needed a dark and quiet space to concentrate.

I stood up quickly, squinting around the small room to see what broke my concentration. "Is someone there?"

Silence ensued, but the door suddenly burst open. Light streamed into the small room and Thalia stood in the doorway, sword at her side and a look of panic on her face. There was a commotion going on outside the room in the hallway, loud shouts and people running past the door like there was a fire.

"Thalia? What's going on?"

"Kronos' army is attacking. We need your help," she croaked out. In half a second, my sword and shield transformed. Thalia and I were running to the elevator, cramming in tightly with a dozen or so other demigods armed with weapons and shields. The elevator ride down to the first floor felt like a lifetime in itself, but the doors opened quicker than I'd expected.

The second I walked out the front door to the hotel, it was apparent that a lot had happened while I was watching Kronos and his goons. There was a full scale war going on just outside the hotel. Some Campers were locked one-on-one combat with enemy demigods; others were grouping together to take on several at a time, playing on one another's strengths and making up for their weaknesses.

The first thing I noticed, however, was the large number of Ares children running around, helping wherever they were needed. I turned to Thalia quickly.

"When did Clarisse swallow her pride?"

Both sadness and pride wiped across her face, "Silena disguised herself as Clarisse and led the Ares Cabin here; Silena was killed."

It took me a minute to comprehend, but it suddenly clicked; Silena was Kronos' spy. While I was watching said Titan Lord, he announced that their spy had been killed. Silena must have been killed mere minutes before I broke out of the daydream. Pity for the girl ran through me, but as did anger. But I didn't have time to deal with these emotions. Within a second later, an arrow whizzed past my face, missing me by inches. Thalia and I jumped apart, immediately becoming engaged with separate demigods and dracaena.

I slashed fiercely and almost immediately took down the large boy I was fighting. As he fell to the ground, I started running towards Annabeth, who was a battling a boy twice her size. Typically, Annabeth was a fantastic fighter, especially with her knife, but said girl was still weak from her injury.

I was within ten feet of Annabeth and the boy overpowering when everything suddenly went black. I heard someone shout my name, but I was suddenly flying through the air, light breaking me out of the black. New York was speeding under me; I could see where everyone of our Campers was. Most of us were down and injured, physically and mentally unable to continue the hopeless fight.

Suddenly, I crashed landed into a road on the other side of Manhattan. Ramming into the hard cement, pain shot through my body as I skid across the road for several feet until coming to a stop upon hitting the sidewalk.

I stayed still for a moment, the pain washing over me. Slowly, I pushed myself to a sitting position and immediately blanched at the sight of my arms and legs, which were cut up and bloody. My head ached and I was almost too afraid to touch it, because I was pretty sure there was going to be a lot of blood. I looked around slowly, head pulsing, to find any familiar landmarks.

Instead, I found Morpheus, who was grinning.

"You don't look so good," he chuckled.

I narrowed my eyes and attempted to jump up, but pain ran up and down my back and forcing my leg to buckle under me. I screamed out in pain and fell back to the cement. I clutched my leg, which was a sickly shade of purple and black.

"You were looking for me, child, so you now you've found me," Morpheus called out as I quieted. He strolled up to me and grinned down as I tried to block the pain.

"What're you going to do? Kill me?"

Morpheus only smirked wider, "Now why would you think that? You could be very useful to me!"

"I'm a threat, remember? I'm stronger than you."

"Yes, but who's the one with a broken leg," Morpheus chuckled.

He walked away from me again, moving over to a sleeping mortal on the other side of the road. The blonde woman lay with her cheek to the ground, her hand still clutching the leash connected to her black dog, which was sleeping soundly next to her. Morpheus stood over her, contemplating her.

"Humans are so pathetic. They're born, they reproduce, they die. What's the point?"

He turned back to me suddenly, as if I was the one who'd spoken out loud. Morpheus strolled back up to me casually as I stretched my leg; I bit back a hiss as the pain rippled through me. Slowly, I climbed to my feet, despite my leg and back screaming its protest.

"That's the problem with you and your Titans. You have no sense of Humanity. At least the gods know a thing or two about what humans are about."

"And what are they about," mused Morpheus, one eyebrow arched as he crossed his arms.

I looked at the sleeping woman, who seemed so peaceful, unaware of how close she and the rest of the six billion people on Earth are to death. Once upon a time, I was just another human; clueless and just trying to live day-by-day. I wish I could just go back to my life before Grover interrupted it, no matter how poor of a life it was. I just wish I didn't have to deal with Destinies and putting my life on the line to help save the world. I wish I could be innocent and ignorant like the mortals.

But it's the duty of a demigod.

I looked back into Morpheus' face, which I was surprised to be suddenly aware of how similar we actually looked. It's been so long since I'd seen my mother and have long forgotten precisely what she looks like, but I'd always assumed I looked like her. It was clear, however, that I was definitely Morpheus' child. Despite the dark hair, we shared the same eyes, the same facial structure; the likeness was uncanny.

Morpheus kept the same facial expression, but I could see curiousness flash in his eyes. "Care to enlighten me," he asked again.

"Humans may not have any special abilities like you or get to live forever. But they do have the one thing you seem to lack; compassion. Love. Forgiveness."

He raised his eyebrows. "You're referring to me killing your brothers and sisters, then? Come on Violet, I had to. They were too ungrateful for what they had."

I was about to reply, but I suddenly heard voices inside my head. "Is she okay?" "Does she look okay?" "But I don't understand! She was just walking towards me and then all of a sudden, she's covered with blood?" "Violet! Wake up!" I frowned and tried to make sense of the voices.

I eyed Morpheus who was smiling, relaxed and content.

"What's going on?"

He chuckled, "I'm the God of Dreams…what do you think is going on?"

I frowned more, "This is all just a dream?" I should have realized; as far as I knew, the gods couldn't just transport people from one place to another. Not Zeus, or Hera, or Apollo…not one of them. They could transport themselves yes, and I knew that Rico could shadow-travel with others, but gods couldn't.

Morpheus nodded, grinning as he did so, like he was proud that I figured this simple fact out. I felt so stupid for not realizing quicker and would have blushed if I wasn't currently trying to wake myself up. My subconscious was telling me that something serious and big was happening, not to mention that I was apparently injured; I could almost feel myself being dragged off towards safety by my fellow Campers.

I pinched myself, hoping that I'd wake, until I realized that my injures alone would be painful enough to jerk me awake if that'd work. I looked up at my father, who was still grinning and watching me expectantly.

"You're holding me in sleep," I accused Morpheus.

He frowned, looking insulted. "You don't have to say it with that tone. Yes, I am, but you don't need to make it sound so bad."

"You have to let me wake up. You and I are going to have to fight, Morpheus; you can't kill me in the Dream World."

Morpheus' eyes widened with shock, but he quickly regained his composure. "You expect us to fight, Child?"

It was my turn to laugh. "Isn't that what happens in your little Prophecy? One of your kids is stronger than you and you have to fight to keep your title? The Olympians may not know your secret, Morpheus, but you can't hide it from someone inside your mind."

Anger and fear flashed in Morpheus' eyes. "And what? You think you'll be able to take me down? I'm a god, Violet. Surely even you're not that fatuous."

I grinned in spite of myself. No, not at my father's words, but the fact that I could feel myself slipping away from him, slowly regaining my consciousness. "I'm sure I can take you down, Morpheus. I'm stronger than you."

"You're a demigod; stronger than the mortals, but never stronger than the gods."

The scene in front of me was fading fast now. I could barely make out Morpheus through the darkness that was creeping upon my vision. "And this is your last day on Earth."

Blackness completely overtook me, but I quickly opened my eyes, the sun shining once again on me. The first thing I was aware of was the pain; it was a lot stronger in the real world then in the Dream World. But how I got hurt, I wasn't so sure of.

I sat up quickly, ignoring my body screaming its protest. Kids were running all around me, fighting and screamingly fiercely. Campers were fighting with every fiber in their being, but Kronos' demigods were doing the same. If I thought it was bad before, it was nothing compared to this; this must be the end. Soon, the gods will arrive and it means an almost guaranteed loss for Kronos; he's getting antsy and anxious to just get his over quickly.

"You're awake!"

I turned to see Kayla with my foot in her lap as she was bandaging my ankle. She seemed surprised, probably for good reasoning. Looking down at myself, I realized I was injured precisely as I had been when in the Dream World. Was this Morpheus' final attempt to slow me down as we went into our own personal battle?

Suddenly, a vision of Olympus popped into my head. Morpheus was walking into a Temple cautiously, following the little girl I've come to know as the Oracle of Delphi Morpheus seemed anxious of the Temple, like something was about to jump out and attack him. The Oracle glanced around, her childlike face pouting at Morpheus.

"Come on now, Morpheus. The Temple won't hurt you," she urged.

The Oracle turned around again, fully entering the Temple. Morpheus quickened his pace and entered just a few feet behind her; the door slammed behind them. Morpheus looked around and took in all the details. The golden statue of Zeus in his normal form standing in the middle of the room, jewels glittering on the ceiling.

"This is where it ends."

Morpheus snapped his head down at the tiny blonde standing merely a foot from him, looking up into his face grimly.

"What," he demanded, taken aback.

She smiled slightly. "This Temple is where you'll face your Prophecy child for the first and last time in battle."

Morpheus' eyes widened and he took another glance over the building, as if burning the details into his mind. He looked back down at the Oracle.

"Do you yet know who wins?"

She shook her head, sighing softly. "We've been over this hundreds of times, Morpheus. I don't know the answer; I thought you decided to question the Fates?"

"But they won't tell me anything," Morpheus practically screamed in her face. "Why am I even being threatened by a child who hasn't even been born yet? I am the rightful God of Dreams!"

The Oracle remained calm, keeping her composure, even though Morpheus all but nearly spat in her face with anger. "I see the child being born not long before the child of the Great Prophecy. They will be very close, even after death."

Morpheus rolled his eyes. "You're so useless to me! You never answer my questions!"

"Then why did you come to me in the first place? You wanted your Fate and I gave you it. This is why some people shouldn't know their Destinies; they spend the rest of their lives worrying endlessly. Either way, it's going to happen."

The vision faded and I was again staring at Kayla, who seemed more alarmed than she had mere minutes ago.

"Are you alright?"

I nodded, waving off her concern and scanned the area for Percy. "Where's Percy?"

"He's going up to Olympus in a moment. Why?"

I didn't answer Kayla's question. I swung my leg out from her hands and jumped up. I landed painfully on my foot, but I ignored it. I closed my eyes and tried to locate Percy's thoughts and will myself to teleport to his location, but the hustle and bustle in the street was too much for me to concentrate. I opened my eyes and started running in the direction the Empire State Building, which was about a mile and a half from the hotel. I ran through the streets, dodging fighters. Demigods didn't even turn to look at me as I passed, too engrossed with their final moments in battle to notice anything. Kayla screamed my name, begging me to return back for care. She didn't dare run after me, though; running into dozens of demigods fighting blindly was near suicidal.

I booked it down the street, running as fast as I could. People and faces were a blur to me, either because I was going too fast to get a good look, or I was just really concentrating on my goal ahead. I jerked around a corner, running towards a short cut I memorized from tracking Kronos and his army. My legs were burning with pain and the air was whipping my face violently, the cold letting me know I had a lot of cuts on my face.

The Empire State Building base came into sight in less than seven minutes. There were only a couple of Campers standing guard at the front doors, the majority of our only able-bodied fighters back at the Plaza, fighting for dear life.

"Violet," questioned a big son of Ares, who stepped forward, probably shocked at my appearance. I didn't answer him, instead, I just burst through the doors. Annabeth, Percy, Grover, and Thalia were just entering the elevator.

"Wait," I screamed.

They all jerked around, eyes wide with surprise. "Violet? What are you doing," Percy practically yelled. "You're hurt, you should be resting."

I threw myself into the elevator doors before they could deny me entrance. They quickly climbed in and pressed the button for the top floor. As we began moving up, they all turned to look at me. "What happened to you," asked Thalia.

I rolled my eyes. "Morpheus," I said casually, as if this should be common knowledge. We sat quietly for the rest of the climb, looking at one another anxiously. After what seemed an eternity, the doors dinged and opened.

I ran as fast as I could out of the elevator doors, ignoring Annabeth and Percy yelling after me. The floor was collapsing and racing back down to Manhattan, and my legs were screaming in protest, but I leapt from floor stone to floor stone, reaching the other side quickly. I booked it down the street, not even stopping to survey the damage already done to Olympus. I kept my concentration on the Temple of Zeus, the one from my vision.

I burst through the doors and stopped in mid run; Morpheus stood in the center, frowning at me. "I personally hoped you wouldn't show child," he said softly, as if he was going to regret killing me. He was dressed in a simple, gray cloak that reached the floor, his usual clothing, I'm sure.

I looked around the ruined Temple, which was crumbling. Stone fell from the ceiling, which was threatening to cave in altogether. A majestic statue lay broken on the ground; a gold and jewels were scattered all over the floor. Mentally, I prepared myself for the fit Zeus was going to throw, but I concentrated on my father for the time being. I turned my gaze back to him as I strode into the building more, getting closer to Morpheus.

"What does your Prophecy really say," I asked him confidently. I had a feeling that I already knew what his Prophecy said.

"That one of my children would overthrow me, or die trying, anyway," Morpheus said nonchalantly. I nodded once; my assumptions were correct all along. He'd told my few siblings that they were destined to rule alongside him, to overthrow the gods and create a new order of life. Morpheus gave them all they could ever imagine and so much more to attempt to get them to side with him, so he could keep them under control and unable to advance their abilities that they needed to take him down.

But the premature deaths of them proved that Morpheus was never trying to help my brothers and sisters, that they were destined for true greatness. I was the only one to reach my true potential, to not only learn the truth but to also master the abilities that not even Morpheus was granted. What was it that made me special? Why was I blessed with some kind of greatness when my siblings weren't even permitted to live beyond 20?

"Are you going to kill me now?"

"Yes. What would it look to my master if I let you live? You're practically a hired gun, Violet."

"I wasn't born to kill, Morpheus. I am a fighter, but I wish death upon no one."

He sighed and shook his head, looking around the crumpling palace that was dedicated to Zeus. Kronos and his army did quite a number to it on their way to the Temple of the Gods; the statue of Zeus that typically stood in the middle of the room was fallen and with the head removed.

"Do you believe that people should be repressed, Violet?"

I was taken aback by his sudden and unexpected question. He was standing over Zeus' head, gazing it with pure disgust. "Don't even begin to think of yourself as a victim, Morpheus."

He snapped his head back at me and I slid a few inches back; the force that had knocked into me would have made me fly back just a few months ago, but I was stronger now, able to resist the urges he was pressuring into my mind.

With just a moment's concentration, the pressure stopped and a look of anger crossed Morpheus' face and we locked eyes. "How dare you use the abilities I gave you against me."

"You didn't have to give me anything. It's your own fault for conceiving me in the first place; you knew that a child of yours would overthrow you. Why did you even take the risk?" I questioned. I'd thought hard and long about this; it just didn't make any sense to me.

Morpheus' face softened and his eyes seemed to travel elsewhere, like he was a million miles away. "I thought if I had a child who was on a higher powerbase that was similar to the Olympians, they could raise me to a higher status. We'd be unstoppable," he addressed me. "You're a lot more powerful than some of even the Olympians."

"But why? How am I so powerful," I practically squealed out. Not one of us knew; not Annabeth, Percy, or even Chiron. Even the gods said they had no idea, that only Morpheus and the Fates had an inkling as to why I had abilities that no demigod should be able to have.

Morpheus' face hardened again and straightened his back. "It doesn't matter. You'll be in Hades soon enough."

Suddenly, a large fireball was rocketing its way directly towards my face. I jumped to the right and collided with the ground, the fireball narrowly missing me. My body screamed in pain from where my injuries from early hit the hard floor, but I ignored the urge to stay still as another fireball came bolting my way.

I jumped up and willed myself to think about throwing Morpheus across the room. Within seconds, Morpheus flew backwards and rammed into the wall opposite me. He fell to the floor and glanced up at me, a look of pure hatred on his face. Morpheus jumped up and I was suddenly flying through the air, the only thing stopping me was a wall. My head made contact and bright lights danced in my eyes.

I fell face first to the ground; my face really didn't have enough room for any more cuts.

My sight swarmed in front of me, the room disorienting to look at. I blinked and was immediately greeted by a vision.

"Come on Rose. I love you," Morpheus pleaded.

He was dressed in a normal shirt and jeans, following around a dark haired woman with a very pregnant belly. They were in a small apartment, barely containing a tiny kitchen and twin bed stuffed in a corner. It, however, was a bright and cheerful blue with white furniture. The woman clutched her belly protectively, giving Morpheus an angry and resentful look. She was tanner than he was, with deep chocolate brown eyes and a heart shaped face.

This woman was clearly my mother.

"You're not normal, Morpheus. You're not human," Rose yelled at him, a slight Mexican accent slurring her words.

"And neither is that baby you care so much about. You're three months pregnant, Rosie, how normal is that," he shot back at her, his nostrils flaring.

Rose took a step back, clutching the baby me that was currently in her protruding stomach. "You're a monster, Morpheus. I was fine when you said you were a god…but when you said you killed your children in cold blood," Rosie choked out, shaking her head. "You're not touching my baby."

Morpheus stood quietly for a moment, taking in her expression. "I can give you everything you want, Rose. I won't harm the baby, I promise. We can raise her together; she won't have to follow her brothers and sisters in death."

Rose narrowed her eyes. "You think I'm stupid. I know you better than you think I do; you're a liar, a cheat. You'll kill my daughter the first chance you get."

Morpheus kept a look of pure anger on his face as he leaned in close to my mother. An inch from her face, he said, "Trust me, Rose. Both of you will regret your decision." With that, he disappeared in a flash of sand.

Rose breathed with relief and plopped down onto her bed, rubbing her stomach lovingly. "Don't worry my Violet. Momma won't let him hurt you."

My vision shook as I started crying. I came back to the real world, where Morpheus was inching closer to me, fireballs raised high in the air on either side of him. He shook his head, remorse on his face.

"I'm not some cold-hearted killer, Violet. I'm just trying to keep what's rightfully mine. If your mother would have agreed to my offer, she'd be alive and you wouldn't about to meet her in Hades. I just hope they spare you," he said, whispering the last line. He sighed once and the fireballs flew at me.

I jumped out of the way and quickly entered the Dream World before I fell back to the ground. Upon seeing the white, I shifted, quickly thinking of something that could at least slow my father's efforts. In moments, I found the perfect solution and bolted out of the Dream World, taking my idea with me.

I fell to the floor as water from the ceiling. Morpheus looked up and laughed at me, "Water? As if that can hurt me!"

Water hit the floor like a ton of bricks, washing the regiments of the statue left around. The water inched closer to Morpheus, barely touching his shoes. I started crawling towards the exit as the water quickly filled up the Temple, reminding me of the Titanic when the sea water rushed into the foray. The water scooped me up, as well as Morpheus, and in seconds, the water was halfway to the ceiling. I jerked around in the water to see Morpheus trying desperately teleport out, panicking that his abilities have seemed to render him helpless.

The water was inches from the ceiling. I took a deep breath and pulled myself under the water, opening my eyes the second I was completely submerged. Morpheus was about twenty feet from me, grasping his throat and struggling with the little breath he had in his lungs. He looked over at me, hate in his eyes as he began swimming quickly towards me.

I kicked off the wall and zoomed towards the ground, swimming as fast as I could. All I needed to do was keep moving and out of Morpheus' reach until he ran out of breath. He changed direction and once again came barreling my way. He sped up, his hand outstretched and mere inches away from grabbing my leg. I begin to panic after a few more seconds, as my own air supply was nearly on empty.

But Morpheus stopped in place, eyes rolling into the back of his head and he suddenly went limp. He lay floating in the water and cautiously, I swam up to Morpheus. I stopped next to his head, poking him to make sure he was out. I grimaced when he didn't move. As I was about to return to the Dream World and make the water disappear, Morpheus' eyes snapped open and he gripped my neck.

Involuntarily, I opened my mouth to yell out, only to have water rush into my throat. I began coughing on the mouthful as I tried to fight off Morpheus' grip on my neck. He was squeezing with both hands, attempting to choke me. My sight was fading and turning black again. I had to do something quick.

I looked down at my bracelet and quickly le go of Morpheus' hands, tapping the bracelet before he knew what was happening. My bracelet transformed, turning into my sword. The second it changed, I grabbed it by the blade and struck Morpheus in the head with the hilt.

He seemed dumbstruck and immediately let go of me, eyes rolling into the back of his head and he once again became limp. I attempted to jump into the Dream World before I ran out of oxygen, but before I could even think that, everything went black.

*Author's Note*

It's been forever since I've updated! Sorry, a general lack in motivation is pretty much to blame…that and work and the start of my Senior year! I know some people have been really anxious to get the next chapter, so here you go! I hope the plot of this chapter went smoothly (as smoothly as I can get it, I guess). Anyway, thanks so much to those who read this (and review!….I'm just throwing that out there…please catch?).

I think there's just going to be one last chapter after this, then I'm done with Violet's story line. I'm going to concentrate on "In The Air" after this. I might actually scrap the start of that story and restart with a slightly different idea…

Any who's, I really am sorry for the lack of updates. It's been almost a month! I know I hate it when I'm reading a fanfic and the author doesn't update for a long time, so I apologize greatly for being one of "those" people.

XxSamacoyxX

P.S. I'll have the next and final chapter up as soon as I can manage.