Andy woke up the next morning in Cabin Thirteen. She lay in bed for a little while, the blankets pulled up to her chin.
Last night, at the sing-along, Rachel had given Jason a prophecy and a quest. Robin had yet again asked if this was "something that happened everyday" and Andy had groaned. Then she discovered that Robin had never had a s'more and she'd insisted on making him one.
When Piper had gotten the blessing of Aphrodite, Andy could just see Robin biting his tongue so that he wouldn't ask it that happened everyday.
The interior of Cabin Thirteen was dark, its walls solid black. There were no windows, but if there had been you could have bet every drachma in your pocket that they would have had heavy black velvet drapes hanging over them. The only real light came from the green Greek fire that burned nonstop. There were very few beds, and every single one of them had black blankets and black satin pillow cases. Skulls were carved everywhere.
Andy would have hated it. But there was one thing that brought light to the cabin, for Hades was also the god of riches. Rubies, emeralds, diamonds, every precious stone that was mined from under the earth were set into the walls here. They reflected the Greek fire into a hundred different colors, adding both light and color to the otherwise dark room. Andy didn't love the price of the jewels so much as their beauty.
Nico's bed was empty and the blankets were tucked in neatly; over his bed hung a picture of a girl with black eyes and dark brown hair. Her skin had an olive tone to it, like Nico's, and she was smiling shyly at the camera. This was Bianca, Nico's dead sister. Nico also had a couple of posters up for bands he liked. Andy had never heard of them and didn't really care.
Andy's bunk had a picture of her dad hanging on the wall and a poster from CSI, her favorite TV show. Also, there was a picture of Andy, Sam, and Cletus. Sam looked tired but pleased; one arm was wrapped around her Andy's shoulders, the other snuck behind Cletus to give him rabbit ears.
Finally deciding she could not put it off much longer, Andy got up. She stumbled around the cabin and eventually found her way into the shower. Turning on the water, Andy yelped as it blasted her with freezing water. She turned it to hot, and when she was finished turned it back to freezing before shutting it off so that she would be able to wake up tomorrow.
Stumbling around the cabin, Andy collected and put on bits of clothing. She took a comb to her hair and tamed it back into something resembling... well, at least it looked like hair and not a hedgehog's nest.
The breakfast conch sounded and Andy perked up visibly. She wasn't allowed to have coffee, but food woke her up just as much as coffee woke up other people. She ran to the door and slammed it open, effectively running into Robin and knocking him down.
"Does this happen everyday?" Robin groaned, sprawled on the ground.
"I might have helped you up if you hadn't said that," Andy retorted. "And yes, see how the other campers are avoiding my cabin?"
Robin strained his head around, making no move to get up. "Oh. Look at that, they are," he remarked. Looking back at her he said, "It is time for breakfast."
"Yeah it is!" Andy said, leaping over him and running to the dining pavilion.
She was already seated and digging into a bowl of Lucky Charms before she realized that Robin wasn't there yet. Andy finished the cereal, a blueberry muffin, a serving of bacon, and some scrambled eggs on a toasted bagel but Robin still wasn't there. When she was quite finished with breakfast and Robin had still failed to make an appearance, Andy went looking for him.
"Hey, have you seen Robin?" No one had. Not even Annabeth, who was getting ready to go off looking for Percy. Thinking he may have tried to find Rachel and gotten a prophecy, Andy went up to Rachel's cave but he wasn't there either. She was just going to go look in the Big House when she heard muted voices coming from between the trees.
Sneaking around and creeping through the shadows, Andy found her way to the edge of a clearing. Robin sat in the exact center of it, Will Solace sat opposite him.
"Nightmares, you say?" Robin was asking.
"Only I can't remember them when I wake up," Will nodded. "I heard what you did... or tried to do for Jason. Do you think you could help me?" Robin nodded and held out his hands. Will, after hesitating a moment, took them and closed his eyes.
Andy watched silently as Will stiffened, almost as though he had received an electrical shock. Then he relaxed; Andy could almost see the knotted muscles of his back loosening as his face settled into a calm, trance-like state.
After a while, Robin opened his eyes. Andy, who had been waiting for it, saw them flash warm brown before settling back to their original state. Will opened his eyes as well and looked troubled.
"Now do you remember?" Robin asked him. Will nodded slowly.
"Your father risked a great deal, sending you those dreams," Robin said. "That is why he wiped your memory clean of them after each one; he didn't want to get you into trouble. Now all you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you."
"But what can I do?" But Robin merely shook his head sadly.
"My gift lies in memories and inspiration, not in prophecy, son of Apollo." It was a pointed comment, and Will seemed to understand.
"Thank you," Will said, standing up and offering Robin his hand. The boy took it and rose as well.
"The pleasure is mine," Robin said. "Now, do you think your brothers and sisters would be interested in trading for my arrows?"
Will laughed and slung an arm around Robin's shoulders. "I'm sure we can bully them into it," he said. Andy watched suspiciously; since when had Robin and Will become so chummy? And what were Will's nightmares about?