Oh wow! I haven't updated in...forever! Sorry bout that!

I'm informing you now. I had a little reward for the 100th reviewer on one of my other stories, so two of her OC's are appearing in the stories she chose for them! I'm honored to say that she chose this one and A 'Goode' Surprise! Except in this one, there's a twist to her characters.

Enjoy this very late update!

Chapter 21-Visions and Random Kids

I dashed through the city streets silently. No gang that popped out from the allies startled me. They never saw me. I just had to get away from it all. From the mortal and demigod worlds.

I sprinted through New York until the landscape started to remind me of Camp Half-Blood. I'd been running in the Camp's direction. I cursed to myself.

It was the last place I wanted to go at the moment. Other than back to the apartment.

I sighed, immensely tired from all the running and sprinting. I decided it was safe to turn my phone on as long as I didn't call or text anyone for a while, but as soon as I turned it on, I found I had three missed calls from Drew already.

I had ten text messages from Lana and another ten from Meg.

I deleted them all without hesitation.

I shoved my phone back into my pocket, and started sprinting again. I had just passed the big pine tree-Thalia's Tree-on Half-Blood Hill, and was just kept going. I'd stay outside Camp borders, close enough to cross into Camp if I needed to, but far enough away that they wouldn't know I was out there. I'd be in the extension of the Woods.

I knew they didn't keep monsters in the woods outside the Camp's borders and that's where I'd stay. Drew would look in places I might've gone, thinking I'd just be pissed at my parents and little brother. He'd never expect I was also irked at my demigod friends.

I'm sure he'd get Connor onto the little search, have him keep an eye out for me at Camp-another reason I had to stay out.

He'd get my mortal friends in it too-which just told me I'd have to ditch school (which is okay by me).

I just had to focus on staying ahead and unseen.

I made it into the woods, new leaves hitting my face as winter was now ending and we were entering an early spring. Winter had not felt exactly like winter this year, it was too warm with less snow than usual. Low branches snapped at my feet, creating nice small cuts and scratches.

I was far in the woods, now unknowing of how to get out even if I wanted to. I leaned against a large tree's trunk, and sunk to the ground.

I pulled my knees to my chest and glared at the ground in front of me.

Friends, I thought bitterly. They always let you down in the end.

Or stab you in the back. I added as I sighed, irritated.

From now on, no trust. Not from me. I won't be able too.

When I had come to trust Lana and Meg, I had promised myself the first day I became friends with them that this was the last time. As soon as they let me down, I was done with friends.

For awhile, it didn't seem like they would let me down. But they did.

I felt hollow on the inside. I felt numb. I couldn't feel any heat coming off of my pale skin.

I couldn't feel anything at all at the moment.

I looked up, leaning my head against the tree, as a howl emanated through the trees. I decided that I should get to higher ground and not become doggy treats.

Slowly standing myself up, I examined the tree. There was a low branch just low enough for me to grab onto, with another branch just a little higher and off to the side. I judged the tree and grabbed onto the branch.

The bark was rough, even against my numb and cold hands, and was glad I had changed after Drew had dragged me home. This would've been much harder with those flats.

My DC shoes gave me the perfect traction for the tree climbing. I gripped the tree branch as I pulled my body over and on top of it. Some of the bark on the branch must've been coming off, because it ripped a hole in my jeans at the knees.

I looked at my hands to find some cuts and a little bleeding. On instinct, I muttered something in Ancient Greek under my breath.

Immediately, the wounds stopped bleeding the little blood there was, and the cuts become small scratches.

I took deep breath and looked to the next branch, carefully standing up on the branch I was currently sitting on, and grabbing hold of the next branch, continuing the process until I was far enough up the tree, you wouldn't find me if you looked.

I sighed and let my left leg dangle over the side of the branch as I leaned against the tree, staring at the full moon in front of me. The yellow-ish white light reflected on my face as I stared at the moon. I blinked, trying to rid myself of the increasing tiredness from climbing the tall tree.

The moon continued to rise higher into the night sky, my eyes following it as the sleepiness took over and my head slumped onto my shoulder.

I was standing, almost like a ghost reflecting on something. I stood off to the side, watching as a boy I recognized as Percy screamed as he raised his sword.

I didn't recognize the boy next to him, but he also raised his sword-one of the likes I've never seen-and charged screaming a battle cry.

That's when I noticed the battle and carnage of chaos around me.

I saw myself with the Stolls and Katie fighting off earthen mud men. I saw Annabeth and Thalia in combat with some dracanae. I saw many people I recognized from Camp half-Blood, but twice that many I didn't know, telling me that I was seeing the future.

My hands flew to the sides of my head. A strong head ache was coming on, and suddenly the visions changed and I was standing upright as if someone tapped a broom to my back.

As things settled, I was standing in a house or an apartment, an older Percy and Annabeth sitting on the couch in front of me. On the rug in front of them sat a little girl of no more than two years with shiny black hair already nearly touching her shoulders.

A ring at the doorbell of the apartment caused Percy to get up off the couch kissing Annabeth on the side of the head as he got off the couch.

Percy opened the door to reveal the blonde boy from the last vision along with a girl with choppy brown hair and changing eyes holding a boy of the same age on her hip.

"Jason!" Percy's voice sounded echo-y as he said the name with joy and the scene started to fade.

Suddenly, I was now standing in front of a man, maybe in his early twenties, with long-ish blonde hair and summer sky blue eyes. A wide smile was plastered on his face as he engulfed me in a hug.

I knew that the stranger hugging me was Apollo. My dad.

"Why me?" I asked him. Apollo pulled back confused.

"What do you mean, girlie?"

"Why do I see things-visions?"

"Oh. That. It's a gift that few of my children are born with. It's rare. I'm the god of prophecy as you know, and sometimes one or two of my children are born with the sight of the future. Even rarer is it ever a girl."

I crossed my arms and sighed. "Guess I'm just special."

"You are," Apollo nodded. "And I'm wishing you good luck right now."

"Why?" I asked slowly and cautiously, knowing this somehow has to do with my last visions…

Apollo slowly disappeared, refusing to answer me, and slowly, I felt the heat of the sun on my face, knowing I was waking up.

I woke up to the sun rising on my right, blinding me as I opened my eyelids. The orange, red, and yellow light of the sun was wafting over the land as I blinked the drowsiness away and stretched slightly.

I looked over through the canopy of trees. Even from here, I could see the big blue farmhouse from Camp.

A snap was heard from bellow me. I dared a glance down, expecting my older brother, but instead saw two people moving semi-silently through the brush.

"-quiet, Tristan! You know what Lord Apollo said, we only have one shot at this. We can't make contact with anyone of the past. We can go see our parents, see what they were like, but we can't let them see us. Got it?" The girl whisper-yelled at the boy-Tristan-standing next to her.

Tristan stopped the girl from moving, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Faith, calm down. We've been over this ten times already!"

I sat in the tree watching as a small argument ensued. After curiously watching, I grabbed my bow, notched two arrows, and silently jumped down from the tall tree, landing right behind the two.

I pulled the string back, not far enough that if I let go they'd actually fly, but far enough that it looked like I'd shoot them.

"Who are you! Why are you in my woods!" I demanded. "You're not looking for me are you?"

I questioned only for effect, but I wanted to make sure they hadn't come in contact with Drew first.

The girl-Faith-yelped and turned towards me, drawing a knife. Tristan drew a sword and leveled it, keeping it steady, though you could tell he was extremely frightened by my sudden appearance. Faith gulped. She was shaking either from cold or fear.

Her shiny black hair whipped around her as the winds started to pick up.

"My name," Her voice sounded familiar to me, but I don't know why, "is Faith….Jackson."

I raised an eyebrow. Why was she being so hesitant. Jackson was a common last name….wasn't it?

I cocked my head to Tristan standing next to her.

"Tristan Grace," he said with pride. He was someone I couldn't place…but I felt like I should know him. What did these two have to do with my dream? Why hadn't I forgotten it?

I kept the arrows notched, and my fingers tight on the bow string, but I lowered my bow. The two lowered their weapons as well.

"Who are you?" Faith asked, recovering her wits. I'm sure I didn't look pleasant in my tattered DC shoes, ripped skinny jeans, and black t-shirt-the only one I was allowed to own according to Lana.

I felt something around my neck I hadn't felt before. I looked down a little to see a necklace with a colorful owl with obsidian jeweled eyes. I then noticed my bow had disappeared, along with my quiver that had been strapped to my side.

"What the-" I started to say, but then I felt a vibration coming from my pocket followed by the song Funhouse by P!nk (Pink).

I took my phone out of my pocket slowly, as the phone continued the song.

"This used to be a funhouse

But now it's full of evil clowns."

That's when I saw Drew's photo on my screen. I took a deep breath and hit ignore. I nearly regretted the decision, but decided I wouldn't attract the monsters from the Camp's fully stocked woods by turning Drew's one call down.

"I repeat; Who are you?" Faith said. She was obviously getting frustrated with not knowing. I looked her in the eye just as they turned from sea-green to a stormy gray.

I took another deep breath, letting it out through my nose. For the first time in a long time, I stuck my hand out to someone, allowing them to shake my hand.

"Jaycee Carter," I studied them cautiously before deciding. They obviously knew about the gods from their argument when I woke up, "daughter of Apollo."

Faith's eyes widened ever so slightly. She opened her mouth to say something, but then quickly shut it.

"I'm guessing you know me. From a different time period."

Faith only nodded.

"Guess that's what Dad meant by 'Good luck'."

So, how was it guys? I didn't plan on updating any stories today (took a break) but I realized I needed to update this one. Badly.

All reviews are appreciated, and since I did this on another one...

100th reviewer gets a cookie and an OC to appear in any of my stories! Love you all!

~*J.C*~