Hey fanpeople! Wow, four chapters in one night! I feel special!

Argh! This is short too! Well, at least it's a very, very important chapter.

Let's just cut to the chase so you can watch me torture poor Percy.

Happy reading!

—Alex

(Will's POV)

I opted out of cooking. Instead, I was taking care of Annabeth and Percy. We all had our jobs. Irida was the captain. I was the caregiver. And Malcolm was the cook.

I was just lounging around, watching Percy and Annabeth skitter around the cabin, when a bell rang out. Breakfast. I licked my lips. "Hey, guys, it's breakfast time." I told my friends. They looked up at the sound of my voice.

I bent down to pick them up, but Annabeth skittered away, and Percy did, too, after a moment's hesitation. My eyebrows screwed together in confusion. "What're you guys doing? It's breakfast. You know, food. You've got to eat." I sat down on the floor to make them more comfortable.

(Percy's POV)

I was just playing around with Annabeth when the the door slammed and the boy came back. He just sat around on the bed, doing random things. But after an even louder noise, the boy sat up rather quickly. He said it was breakfast time. He bent down over us, his large shape looming over our little ones. His hand reached down, and Annabeth skittered away. I hesitated, though. The boy looked familiar, and he acted around us like he knew us. Knew us from before...before...that's weird. For a second, it felt like there was something before this. I scrambled away anyway.

The boy looked so confused. He was saying something, something about playing, and breakfast, and food. I suddenly realized how hungry I was.

I scooted a little closer to the boy. He smiled, and a flash of memory hit me.

The blond boy was in front of me, clasping my shoulder and smiling reassuringly, even though it wasn't working.

I remembered that Circe had cursed me and Annabeth to be guinea pigs.

More memories hit me like a tsunami. Stabbing the Fury Alecto, eating blue cookies in my kitchen with my mom, my first quest with Grover and Annabeth, the Battle of the Labyrinth, the Battle of Manhattan, meeting Poseidon, sitting with Annabeth, the Roman camp, the Battle for Rome, and the Quest of the Seven. My thoughts cleared. I was Percy Jackson, the sole son of Poseidon and Sally Jackson, former praetor of New Rome, counselor of the Poseidon cabin, Savior of Olympus.

Suddenly, my senses dulled, but I felt stronger. I felt my limbs being stretched. I was filled with joy, I might've somehow reversed the curse. I could feel Will's eyes on me, though I supposed that was normal. Suddenly, as soon as it started, everything stopped. I opened my eyes, and I was lying in a heap on the floor. Will was standing over me, looking extremely worried and confused at the same time.

"Percy?" He said, almost hesitantly. "Are you—do you feel alright?" I didn't understand why he was acting that way. I jumped up and hugged him. "Per—"

"Thank you," I whispered, my throat too raw to do much else. "You helped me, helped with everything."

I felt his face grow hot above me. Then I realized: he was taller than me. I'm usually about two inches taller than him. I let go of Will.

"Wha—what happened?" I said finally. My voice sounded higher than usual.

Will cleared his throat and pointed to the bathroom.

Unsteadily, I hobbled into the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, I looked around to see who else was in the room. But there was no one.

In the mirror, instead of me, was a teenage girl with tan skin, long, jet black hair, and sea green eyes the size of marbles. She was average sized, about 5'4", and she was wearing an oversized Camp Half-Blood T-shirt and large pajama pants, the same thing I wore to bed two nights ago.

I screamed. The girl in the mirror was me, still cursed by Circe.

642. Gosh darn it.

I left you guys a cliffhanger. *smirks* It was too hard to resist. Authors, am I right?

But poor Percy, man. He's got no end to his suffering. Or should I say, her suffering? *laughs maniacally*

Also, for you metric peeps, 5'4" means 5 feet 4 inches, which is about 1.6 meters. I used to use metric in elementary, but then I moved back to America...That was just a breeding ground for confusion...Just saying, my sympathy goes out to you metric/nonmetric confused peeps.

Okay, I'm done now. I hope you liked it!

—Alex

Next time on Circe's Revenge:

A loud wail broke through the night.