*Author's Note* This is the last chapter for "Sleepyhead." This is the final installment for Violet and her stories, but I'm thinking of doing a spin-off.

I was in the Dream World, that was understandable enough. I was standing in the familiar, never-ending white room, or whatever it was. After I released Victoria and the other prisoners, it was determined that this white room would continue to be empty, but now, there were four teenagers standing in front of me.

The one I recognized first was Tutankhamun, the only royalty that spawned from Morpheus. He smiled at me kindly, happy, just as he'd been when I'd first and last met him in his tomb. There were four others standing with him, two boys and two girls.

Immediately, I recognized them as my siblings, although they all looked dramatically different from me, despite our shared high cheek bones.

There was a rather thin Asian boy with cropped black hair, a very tall brunette with a toned muscular form, a tiny girl with curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and a girl with striking similarities to Tutankhamun.

"We meet again, Violet," Tutankhamun said cheerfully. "You seem to still be in one piece."

I grimaced, "In the Dream World, at least. Not sure how too well my body's doing."

He chuckled and shook his head, "I'm sure it's looking fine."

I looked down the short line, making eye contact with each one of my siblings. Upon locking eyes, I could see their entire lives. Ayumu was born in 1433 in Japan and survived the height of the Ōnin War, only to be killed by Morpheus 1450 after he sold his soul to our father and turning his back on him after he became an important priest.

Joseph Cook was born in 1815 in Australia, working on his mother's farm and was constantly beat by his step-father; Morpheus was promised a lifetime of servitude by Joseph in exchange of my brother gaining fame through sports, but Joseph became pigheaded and denied Morpheus his payment. Joseph died a day short of his twentieth birthday.

Ibolya Deák was a poor Jewish girl born in 1903 in Austria-Hungary. Her mother had an affair with Morpheus; she'd tried to pass Ibolya off as her husband's child, but it was hard when Ibolya looked nothing like him, yet was the spitting image of Morpheus. Sick and tired of being treated like dirt because of her mother's mistake and her heritage, she was willing to strike a deal with Morpheus-work alongside for life in exchange for beauty and wealth. Like the others, she became haughty and tended to believe she owed Morpheus nothing. Needless to say, she was promptly killed before she was 18.

Sakhmet turned her face away from me, gazing down at Ibolya's shoes; I already knew her past.

"I don't understand. Am I dead?"

Tutankhamun frowned at my question, crossing his arms. "I assume so. Each time one of us has died, we've all come here from Hades…we got the call, so here we are."

I nodded and looked down at my own feet, clad with converse. My stomach dropped; was I dead? I didn't defeat Morpheus? Perhaps he'd been wrong, I wasn't the child of his Prophecy. Someone else, born sometime in the far future would be the child of the Prophecy, the one to overthrow Morpheus and keep him from helping Kronos to rule again. Did this mean we lost?

"I'm not so certain she's passed," a sharp and thick accented voice said. I looked up to see Sakhmet staring directly at me, curious and intrigued. "We all felt the Call to be here…but it was somehow different."

Ayumu nodded, eyeing me up and down. "I know what you mean. It wasn't the average Call."

Tutankhamun sighed heavily, "But if she isn't passed, then why would we have been Called?"

Silence filled the air. Each one of my siblings kept their eyes trained on me, making me a little self-conscious. Tutankhamun was pursing his lips and narrowing his eyes at me, his mind a world away. He stayed oh so still, something that clearly concerned the others, for they kept shooting him odd looks. But it was mere moments later when realization and a look of not horror, but awe crossed his features. As he opened his mouth, they all glanced over at him, making it seem as if he were some undeclared leader.

"Maybe she's overthrown Father," Tutankhamun said calmly.

The others were silent, watching me with mixed emotions. Fear? No mere demigod has ever outrightly overthrown a god before. Awe? Well, I suppose the latter could be attributed to the first.

"But that's impossible. I have to be dead; I was drowning," I cried in protest.

Sakhmet shook her head and rushed forward, gripping my forearms. "No! You should wake up now! Go back to the Living World!"

I took a step back, shocked by her sudden outburst. "What? Why? What's going on?"

Joseph nodded fiercely, "You need to collect yourself, will yourself out of the Dream World. It's possible that you knocked out Morpheus; if you did, you have a very short time before we wakes again and gains control back. If you were to throw him in Hades, you can keep him from coming back!"

"What are you waiting for stupid girl? Leave now," snapped Ayumu. Immediately, I snapped my eyes shut and felt myself drifting away from the Dream World. My siblings faded into darkness and voices erupted around me.

"Come on now, Violet. Open those pretty eyes."

"Since when are you so motherly?"

"What are you talking about? I'm very maternal. My Hunters are my daughters; I hope Violet will take the offer to be a Hunter when she wakes."

"You offered her to be a Hunter? Didn't you realize that I already let her know she does have a Soul mate? The Fates have a very specific destiny for her and he's involved."

"Yeah, well I'm hoping she'll ignore that. He fought for Kronos; she won't want him."

"But he's adorable! Have you seen that boy in shorts?"

"Even if I didn't detest men, I hardly doubt that I'd be attracted to a 17 year old boy. You shouldn't be either; it's just wrong on so many levels."

"Will you two shut up? Violet's coming around now. Come on, puppet."

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking quickly when my sight was met with a bright light that filled the entire Temple. After a few moments, I opened my eyes widely and drank in the sight before me. The nearest person was a stern-faced brunette, the spitting image of Annabeth; right behind her were two women who looked nothing alike. One was blonde and breathtakingly beautiful-instantly recognizable as Aphrodite, although I've met her only in a different form; still, how many women that gorgeous exist? The third was a rather young girl, much younger than me, with fiery red hair plaited down her back.

Athena, Aphrodite, and Artemis came for me.

"Am I dead?" My voice croaked and was hoarse; it felt like it was possibly on fire.

Athena chuckled and warmth swarmed its way into her harsh eyes, "If you were dead we'd certainly not be here. We're not allowed to visit Hades."

The three of them smiled at me, their grins pulled back tightly. I sat up slowly, body aching. Looking around, I noticed that the floor was slick with water, Zeus' statue lay in ruins in heaps around the room, and Morpheus was gone.

"Morpheus? Where is he," I practically shouted, jumping up from where I sat and looked around violently.

"Calm yourself, Violet. Morpheus is in Zeus' custody," Artemis said matter-of-factly.

"But I don't understand…what happened?"

Athena smiled kindly and patted my hand. "You knocked Morpheus out because of the water. You lost consciousness as well; we thought we were too late to help you, but the second we appeared, POOF! Even when you sleep you're powerful."

Aphrodite grinned and pushed Athena out of the way, sticking her gorgeous face in mine. "So you saw him! Isn't he just to die for?"

Artemis rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. She and Athena glanced knowingly at one another, for they were equally as sick of Aphrodite as nearly everyone else in the world. The only reason why Aphrodite was even allowed to keep her seat in Olympus is because of the male gods.

I frowned and scooted back from Aphrodite. Didn't she even care that my Michael was gone? "Yes I saw him, but you act like I should care. He is not my soul mate."

Aphrodite's face fell and she became flustered. "You haven't even spoken to him. The second you talk to him, you'll know you're absolutely perfect for one another! Trust me, I am the Goddess of Love."

"You can take your love and shove it," I said as coldly as I possibly could.

Her eyes widened with surprise and hurt, but before she could speak again, there was a flash of golden light. Artemis and Athena jumped up. "Zeus wants us in the throne room," the Goddess of Knowledge declared. She looked back at me, "Come Violet. He wishes to see you too."

In another flash, we were standing in the familiar room adorned with twelve, impossibly large thrones and even more impossibly large men and women. Percy, Annabeth, Thalia, and Grover already stood here, Percy smiling over at me with a look of relief upon his face.

Wait. What are they doing here?

I turned to ask Artemis, but she was already in her throne, as was Athena and Aphrodite. Hestia, however, smiled graciously at me. As if she read my mind she said, "Kronos has been defeated."

"And Luke?"

She shook her head softly and I immediately knew he was dead. I turned back to watch the others, some grief settling in my heart. I only knew Luke upon the Princess Andromeda, but he seemed like a pretty good guy. Too much pride and a warped perspective, but ultimately a good man.

Hestia pat my shoulder kindly, "He died a hero. He defeated Kronos."

I nodded once, trying to not let tears reach my eyes. I stood quietly next to Hestia as Zeus and the other gods spoke. Our fallen warriors, satyrs, centaurs, and Hunters were given Elysium, possibly the highest honor they could have received. My friends were each given their own honors as well, the biggest ones they'd ever receive in life. Annabeth the Architect? Grover, the Lord of the Wild? But it was Percy's offer to Godhood that surprised me the most.

Yet, he didn't take it. Instead, he wishes for every God to be recognized at Camp and each of their demigod children to be claimed. No longer would we have a crowded Hermes Cabin, or countless angry and bitter demigods who were completely and utterly abandoned by their parents.

I sighed and had the urge to just sit on the ground. I was suddenly tired, but that all went away when someone called upon me.

"Violet Carlisle…come forth," called Zeus. Immediately, my body was locked by the shock of someone, no less a god, using my last name. Years ago when I lost my mother, I left that behind me, unable to tie myself to my past.

Zeus raised his eyebrows slightly, as if daring me to disobey a command. Hestia nudged me forward. I walked slowly into the middle of the throne room, unceremoniously, tripping slightly. I stopped, rooted to the ground, and gazed up into Zeus' face.

"Morpheus has been detained and is being held in Tartarus. He's been deemed too supportive of Kronos to be allowed to continue to influence the people of Earth. Thistly, this position is open to applications."

I frowned. "What?"

Zeus rolled his eyes once more and I looked around quickly at the other gods. Most of them were frowning at the King of the Gods, not understanding, much like me. Zeus cleared his throat and I turned back to him.

"What I mean is that someone must take Morpheus' place as the God of Dreams…or Goddess, if you understand me."

I stood quietly for a moment, taking in his words when all of a sudden it hit. He was asking me to become immortal, leave behind my life and forever live amongst the gods. Immediately, I envisioned myself as one of the more beautiful goddesses, a wanton of sorts. Would I be even more powerful than I am now? Matching not only my father but other gods?

But I shook my head. "I can't be a goddess."

Zeus frowned, as did Hera. He spoke with confusion, "It's not like you have anything else in this world child. Didn't you lose your Michael?"

My heart stabbed and I looked over at Apollo immediately, his face falling and sadness filling his eyes. I looked down at my green converse, unable to look back up at the gods. He couldn't be dead. I would feel it, I would know. I'm sure of it.

"Please, Violet, consider." A new voice broke me from my thoughts. I looked up to find Hera staring intently at me, only kindness and gentleness on her face. "You're the only one with powers like Morpheus'; you're the one person who can take his place."

"But why does someone have to take his place," I questioned silently.

Hera's face became more determined. "Dreams are what make everything. All of Man's great ideas came from dreams, Violet. Without them, humans can never advance."

The room was silent for a solid minute. I looked around at all the gods; some where smiling kindly, while others appeared to be indifferent. I laid my eyes on my friends. Thalia gave me a thumbs up, and Percy nodded his head at me. I took a breath and nodded.

Zeus and Hera smiled broadly. "All hail Violet, Goddess of Dreams," Zeus said loudly.

"Violet," Annabeth squealed. She pulled me into a hug, squeezing me tightly. Her bulging belly pushed up against me and I felt something inside kick me. "It's been too long," she practically shouted in my ear.

Annabeth pulled away from me, but grabbed my arm, dragging me into her apartment. Shutting the door quickly, she yelled, "Percy! Get out here! You'll never believe who showed up!"

There was a thump from down the hall and a yell. Annabeth smiled brightly and yelped with glee. "How've you been, Violet?" I smiled and rolled my eyes.

"Fantastic of course. And you?"

"You know, I think immortality suits you," Annabeth said matter-of-factly.

"And I see motherhood suits you," I laughed as Percy opened up a door at the end of their hallway, two dark haired toddlers running towards Annabeth as fast as possible. Annabeth laughed and scooped the tallest of the boys into her arms. Percy caught the other one and yanked him off the ground.

"What're you doing Kai? You're being a naughty little boy, aren't you," Annabeth asked as she tickled the grey-eyed boy. He giggled fiercely and pet Annabeth's stomach.

"Baby," he announced to me, grinning and rubbing her belly.

"Ariel," Percy corrected little Kai. "Your sister's name is Ariel."

Sweet Dylan sat in his arms, watching me with curiosity, as if we'd just met. Which was understandable, as I hadn't seen him since he was a few months old. At three, he was a lot older and his personality was definitely comparable to his twin's.

Dylan inherited Annabeth's personality, quiet and craved knowledge. Kai was often loud, ran into things, and just wanted a good time. Everyone was wary on how Ariel was going to turn out.

"When are you do," I asked Annabeth, who smiled brightly again.

"A month. I can't wait!"

"Yeah, well we're waiting at least five years for the next one, 'Beth," Percy announced.

Annabeth frowned, "You don't get to make the decisions Seaweed Brain. You know I want a lot of children."

Percy rolled his eyes and set done Dylan as Annabeth put Kai on the floor; immediately, the twins went running back down the hall and into their bedroom. "But we're not even 25 yet! We can wait a little longer to have more after Ariel. Plus, we'll need a bigger place."

Annabeth crossed her arms and turned to me, a look of frustration on her face. "He's so anal about everything. A few years ago, he was complaining that this place was too big, now it's too small?"

I smiled and rolled my eyes, "Hey don't bring me into this."

Annabeth and Percy became engaged in an argument, something seemingly natural for them. Their personalities constantly clashed, but there was something more behind them. A love, a bond that could not be broken, not even from their near constant fights. Their children would ignore these as they got older, knowing that their parents were unbreakable. All of the five children the Fates made lifelines for, the five beautiful children; the twins, the unborn Ariel, and the two other little girls who would come within the end of the next decade. Those children I envied greatly.

I wanted to be able to be human, marry and have perfectly mortal children. A few years after becoming a Goddess, I was approached by several Gods to be married. The first was Apollo. He said that he was greatly saddened by the death of Michael and knew that I loved him very much, but he also thought that I shouldn't dwell on Michael for the rest of eternal life. He was the only one I considered marrying.

I do not love Apollo. He's quite nice and reminds me greatly of Michael, but it's still not the same. The Oracle has let me in on the secret that within twenty years, Apollo and I will birth a Goddess of our own, but I'm personally trying to put that off.

Because what I want is a human life. Why I said yes to this whole immortal thing? Simply because dreams are too precious too let fade. But I can't stop thinking of settling with a nice human, raising a child, pretending to be human.

I walked amongst Manhattan, unknown to the mortals pushing past me, some busy and determined, some without a care in the world. I spent most of my time on Earth, trying to get away from the fact that I'm a goddess and my entire life was left behind. My friends were almost into their thirties; I, technically, was forever seventeen. Yes, I could alter my appearance to however I willed, but it wasn't the same-the growing, actually living aspect.

Most of the time, I transported myself to various places throughout the world. While I was still just a poor, struggling mortal living in Chicago, I dreamed of breaking out one day and traveling the world. Egypt was a high priority; perhaps I was drawn there because of my brother, Tutankhamun. But now I had the power to be anywhere, do nearly anything. I jumped from China, to Italy, to Fiji. There, I would chat with locals, pretending that I belonged.

Yet, I don't. I'm a Goddess and in some places, I get recognized. Clio the Muse of History, had rewritten History, making it seem as if I'd always been the Goddess of Dreams; well, she had included Morpheus, but implied I existed in the past and overthrew my father. In due time, this would be completely true. Sometimes, demigods in various places all over the world will bow to me, which quite frankly, I'm not too fond of. For someone who desperately tried to hide from others in the past, this was still strange.

Even after nine years.

I smiled at a stray little girl, perhaps about seven, who walked past with her mother, who was clearly in a hurry. The small blonde grinned brightly and waved. I returned the gesture and walked straight into someone.

"Watch yourself," they said loudly.

I turned to find myself face to face with Tobias Plath, my supposed soul mate. I only saw him once in person in my life, yet I remember him clear as day. The black, shaggy hair; stunning blue eyes that seemed to suck you away from everything. He was tall, taller than my birth, current form. He was, of course, older than the last time I saw him, no longer the thin boy who stood in front of Kronos like it was no big deal. Tobias was much more muscular now.

I naturally kept tabs on him after the Battle of Manhattan, after I became a Goddess. He was sixteen then and the son of Hecate. His father abandoned Tobias when he was a toddler and Hecate never had contact with him during his life; Tobias was raised by his grandmother and he seemed to have inherited his mother's knack for magic.

"Oh, Violet! I'm so sorry," he immediately said, his eyes going wide, recognizing me instantly. He looked around, confused as to if he should bow or do anything, really.

"Tobias Plath. I trust that you've been good since pledging yourself to Kronos."

He looked down, ashamed. "I only did that because I didn't know the Gods side. Isn't that why you'd taken Kronos' side when you were human?"

I scoffed at the mention of that mistake that I made so long ago. I regretted ever going on that ship, but at least I'd learned to fight from the best.

We stood in silence for a moment, letting everyone pass us by. After a moment, I looked into Tobias' eyes to find him staring at me intensely. I smiled slowly as Tobias grinned at me. Going into his mind, I could see myself from his perspective.

Beautiful, insanely, inhumanely possibly beautiful. Perhaps I could even be compared to Aphrodite as one of the more gorgeous Goddesses. No. No one must think that, unless they wish themselves to be damned by Aphrodite's wrath. But the dark hair, dark eyes, something was special there. Tobias could see it; he wanted to be surrounded by it constantly.

Slowly, Tobias opened his mouth to talk. "So I know that you gods don't drink or anything, but do you mind stopping somewhere with me so we can chat?"

*Author's Note* Sorry it took so long to post this last chapter, but I've been busy! Work, school, and I was on my school's homecoming court! YAY! Anyway, yes, this is the final chapter. But I wish to do a spin-off. You'll know when you see it.

I'm going to work primarily on "In The Air," because if I don't start working on that now, it'll never get done. Thank you so much to everyone who tracked this story, read, and reviewed it!

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