The wind rushed past Emmy, causing her eyes to burn. Looking down she was surprised to see she was straddling a beautiful chestnut horse. At first sight it looked like any other horse, but on either side of her the horse sprouted wings. The pegasus looked exactly like she had envisioned Henry to look like. Looking back up she realized she was flying through the blue sky, not a single cloud in sight. Below her was what looked like a stable, with other pegasi grazing. Emmy also spotted what looked like fields that were dotted with little red specs. There was also a forest, and a large hill topped with a single pine tree. Based on the descriptions others had given her, she was pretty sure she was flying over Camp Half-Blood. Taking in the view she sighed, the place truly was breath-taking. Her thoughts were disrupted by a sudden movement below her. The pegasus was starting to buck. Emmy tried to grab a hold of its silky mane, but it was no use. Her grip slipped and she was falling to the Earth, air rushing past her. A blood curdling scream filled her ears, it took her a moment to realize it was hers.

Emmy sat straight up, gasping for breath. Looking around she forgot where she was for a moment, then remembered. She was in Percy's apartment, in his room. Pulling the blankets off of her she slung her legs over the side of the mattress. Resting her elbows on her knees she held her head in her hands. It had been over a three months since the last time she remembered dreaming, now all of a sudden she was having a night mare. Sucking in a breath she stood up. For some reason Percy didn't have a clock in his room, so she could only guess the time based on the amount of sun light filling the room. It seemed to be around eight. Emmy exited the room and went to the living room. Percy was still passed out on the couch, snoring lightly. Apparently Emmy was the only one up. She stood in front of Percy for a moment, debating whether to wake him up or not. If he's not up in an hour I'll wake him up. She told her self stepping away from him. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth she looked around, what was she going to do for an hour?

Emmy was curled up in the armchair next to the couch, a book open in her lap. She was reading City of Ashes, and had been absorbed into its world. So much so she didn't notice Sally walk into the living room. "Morning, Emmy." The girl jumped, nearly dropping the book.
"Morning." She greeted a soft chuckle in her voice. Sally looked down at Percy, a smile on her face.
"You are going to have to wake him up, he would sleep until noon if you let him." Sally spoke in a whisper and Emmy nodded glancing over at Percy, he was sprawled on the couch on his stomach.
"I'll keep that in mind, but I think I'm going to enjoy the peace for a bit." Sally laughed quietly, trying not to wake Percy.
"Okay. Paul and I are going out to breakfast, feel free to raid the fridge."
Emmy nodded, "Alright thank-you." They exchanged waves and Sally returned to her room. Ten minutes later her and Paul walked by, each whispering farewells. Emmy returned to her book.

"Percy." Paul and Sally had left half an hour ago, and Emmy was tired of just sitting around. She was crouching next to the couch. "Percy." She repeated slightly louder, he responded with a grunt. "Come on Percy, it's almost 10." He rolled over his eyes still closed, but it was clear he was no longer sleeping. "Percy I know you're awake." Finally his eyes opened, giving Emmy a quick once over.
"Your hair looks funny." It was still up in its sloppy bun, she had forgotten to take it down.
"Good morning to you too. Now get up." She stood and stepped away, "And don't make me get the water."
"It wouldn't affect me." He mumbled, "I would stay dry."
"Would a fly swatter work?" At this Percy sat up and ran a hand through his hair.
"Fine, fine. I'm up."
"Good." Emmy smiled and walked away to the kitchen. "Do you guys have apple juice?"
"Maybe? You're going to have to check." Emmy opened the fridge and moved some items around until she found the juice. Next she checked the cabinet for cereal. All she could find were plates and cups. "What ya doing?" Percy was standing behind her, resting his head on her shoulder.
"Looking for cereal."
"That's up there." He said pointing to the top of the cabinets lining the kitchen walls. Emmy looked up at them, her mouth making an O shape. There was no way she would be able to reach up there.
"This place is made for tall people." The girl turned facing Percy, "Be a dear and grab me the Cheerios?" He nodded and reached up, not even having to go up on his tip-toes, and grabbed her the box. Wordlessly he handed it to her, she took it and walked over to the cupboard pulling a bowl out. Carefully she poured a decent amount of Cheerios into it. Percy was about to grab the milk for her when he heard the familiar sound of liquid pouring. Curious he turned to see her holding the apple juice over the Cheerios.
"What the crap are you doing?"
"Making cereal." Emmy said looking over her shoulder at him.
"You don't put apple juice on cereal."
"Who said that was a rule?" She grabbed a spoon and began to eat her concoction.
"You're such a weirdo." He said grabbing Coco Puffs off the cupboard. "Besides, what's wrong with milk?"
"Milk is gross."
"What's wrong with you?" Percy asked with a slight gasp, but his white teeth were flashing.
"What's wrong with you?" She returned the phrase looking at him. He was pouring chocolate milk over the Coco puffs. "Do you know how unhealthy that is?"
"Yes, and I don't care." The smiled at each other, eating their breakfast.

Emmy gently placed her empty bowl and spoon into the sink, Percy standing behind her. "So, when do you want to head back today?" He asked returning to the living room.
"Uh, I don't know. I have some homework that's due when school starts again, and I haven't even started." She followed him into the common room plopping down onto the couch. Percy laughed hearing her answer and sat down next to her.
"How about we start over there in an hour?"
"Sounds alright to me." Percy picked up the remote and turned on the TV. Emmy curled up next to him, her soft hair tickling his neck.

Emmy stepped out of the apartment, her backpack over her shoulder. She had changed into jeans and a over sized sweater with the Hogwarts crest printed on it. Taking in a breath of cool air she turned seeing Percy locking the door. "Did you leave a note in case Paul and Sally get back early?" It felt weird to call them by their first names, but they had insisted she do so. The boy nodded, his dark hair bouncing. He too had changed, into black basketball shorts and a white shirt just tight enough to show his muscular arms.
"Yep, though I don't think I should be gone too long." He pocketed the keys and gestured for her to go down the stairs first. She did so, her hand grazing the rail as she descended. They walked the New York streets close together. Their breath fogged up the air around them as they breathed, this always made Emmy feel like a dragon.

"I guess this is my stop." They stood in front of her building, facing each other. Emmy slid her backpack off her should and dug throw it searching for her keys.
"So it is." Percy said, a smirk on his face. Emmy rolled her eyes and him and pulled out her illusive keys.
"See you later Fish Breath." She gave him a one-armed hug and a quick peck on the lips.
"Talk to you later." He responded returning the hug. With a wave he turned, walking away. Emmy climbed her steps and entered her home.

"Gods, I hate math." Emmy was sitting on her bed, a text-book open in front of her. Absent mindedly she chewed the end of her pencil, trying to figure out what the crap was on the paper. Her thoughts were disrupted by her door flying open. In the space stood Annabeth, looking frantic. Her blonde hair was falling out of its usual pony tail, and her gray eyes were wide. "Emmy, we need to go." Her voice had an eerie calm to it, when she was clearly freaking out.
"Go where?" Emmy felt her heart race quicken, what on Earth could freak the girl out this much?
"There is no time to explain. Just grab what you need most and meet me down stairs." She didn't even wait for a reply, she just left with a slam of the door. Emmy stared where the girl had just stood. What was going on? Though, something in Annabeth's voice told her that she should do as told. Looking around her room she tried to figure out what she needed. She ended up holding her saxophone case and the back pack that still had over night things in it. Opening her door she looked out into the hall way, no one was there. Emmy rushed downstairs to the building's common area. Annabeth stood in the middle, holding nothing but a threatening looking bronze knife.
"Ready?"
"What's going on?" She never got an answer. The door burst open, and the girls turned to it with a gasp. The figure in the door way looked normal at first, but upon further inspection Emmy saw there was something wrong with the girl. She was awfully pale, and her eyes were an unnatural red. There was also the fact that one of her legs looked like that of a donkeys, while the other was solid bronze. In one swift movement Annabeth threw the knife, and it buried its self into the creature's chest. It let out a horrible cry before dissolving into gold dust. Emmy felt her eyes widen, but she didn't make a sound. Annabeth picked her knife out of the pile of dist and turned back to Emmy. "Alright, let's go."
"Go where?"
"To Camp Half-Blood of course."