November 30th

Percy's point of view

I believe I've mentioned this about a million times, but demigod dreams really suck.

To most, a nightmare you'd wake up at the scariest part with the satisfaction of knowing that none of that was real. To demigods, 9 out of 10 times dreams are real, and when there not there just about as scary as Dionysus in a bikini.

Since the war, I, along with many other demigods, have had dreams that are scary but not always based of events that will happen. That's the think though. We can never know if they're real or not. Most of the time there based on the horrible things we've seen in war.

Tonight's was by far the worse.

I was running across a blood soaked battle field, wielding Riptide in my hand. I don't know what I was charging at, all I know is that it was huge.

It's glowing red eyes glared at me and it bared its teeth, which were nothing but bloody broken glass shards. For some reason I couldn't cut it, everytime I slashed Riptide, the wound would just heal instantly, like it couldn't be killed.

It smashed one of its hairy, wrinkly hands down on me, knocking Riptide out of my hand and causing it the slid across the field. I groaned as I tried to get up, but it had me trapped in the grasp if it's hand.

It squeezed all the air out of me, before I completely lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I found myself lying in some dead grass at the edge of a steep cliff. Looking up, I also saw the monster glaring down at me, a smirk plastered in on his face. He had something in his hand, but I couldn't see what.

"Awake already, sea sprain?" His voice came out like nails on a chalkboard.

I tried to answer, but my voice can out more like a weak moan. The monster laughed.

"Look down demigod, tell me what you see."

I did as he said, seeing as I didn't have Riptide and had no other choice.

I saw we were on the cliff right above Camp Half Blood. I saw campers happily running about, training and practicing there godly powers for the older ones, and the younger ones chasing butterflies or swimming in the lake. I made out a few faces, like Annabeth teaching a knife use class to new campers, Nico and Thalia sparring, Travis flirting with Katie, and Connor spying on them from behind a rock.

"Such happy young kids" the monster said in a sneer. "I should fix that."

From its palm, a blazing ball of Greek fire appeared. Before I could even react, he threw it at camp half blood. The explosion could probably be heard for miles.

"No!" I screamed.

Camp was in ruins. Death and burnt bodies lay scattered across the area. Some survivors were crying while others were laying there in agony, praying for death.

"Now isn't that better." The monster said. "But it seems to be missing something-ah, yes."

He opened his palm, and in his hand was the unconscious form of Mirra.

Her clothes were tattered and torn. Cuts, bruises and scratches covered her entire body. She was breathing, thank the gods.

Slowly, one of her eyes opened, the other seemed to be swollen shut.

"Big brother?" She called, her voice so weak it was barely a whisper, yet still small smile appeared on her lips. She reached out to me, moving her arm seemed to cause her intense amounts of pain but she did it anyway. But before she could fully reach out, the monster threw her over the cliff.

"Mirra!"

I ran to the edge, but she was thrown to far to reach. As she fell down, her hand was still reached up, but her expression had changed, from that small smile to a look of regret, as if to ask me, why?

I woke up screaming in cold sweats.

Mirra's point of view.

I was sound asleep, cuddling against my dolphins for comfort. I was in my normal position, curled up in a ball with my knees up to my chest. Nothing could disturb my peaceful slumber.

Then I heard a scream, like someone was in fear. It sounded close to. Uncomfortably close. Like it had just came from the other room.

That's when I bolted did come from the other room. The room next to mine was Percy's.

I jumped out of bed faster that I though someone could, completely neglecting my slippers and dolphin. Running straight out my door, I opened his quickly, fearing for the worst.

I was relived when there didn't seem to be anything in the room. But it was pitch black so I couldn't see anything. I could vaguely make out a silhouette sitting on the edge of the bed.

I tiptoed slowly to the bed, worried that something might had happened or it could be a trap set by a monster.

Suddenly, I bronze glowing sword appeared in the air. It slashed towards me, causing me to scream in shock, but merely went though me.

"Mirra?"

Then the lamp on the nightstand came on, revealing Percy's face.

"Big brother!" I cried gleefully, more than relived that he was alright.

Percy smiled at me, but it seemed distracted. "Hey M. What're you doing here. Couldn't sleep?"

I shook my head. "No, I heard you scream, so I got worried."

Percy chuckled. "That's it? Don't worry, it was just a nightmare. Didn't mean to wake you."

I blinked. "A nightmare? Are you okay?" I know I always hated nightmares, and somtimes they scare me so much that I can't even sleep. I wondered if it was the same for Percy.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Percy said. "I have 'em all the time, nothing to worry about."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. You really didn't need to come running in here you know."

I scrunched up my nose. I felt my ears get hot and turn red like they do when I get angry. I balled my fist and punched Percy in the chest, though quickly pulling my hand back because it hurt. Percy still gapped at my actions.

"Its because I was worried something happened to you!" I yelled.

I clenched my eyes shut, slightly trembling in anger. I waited for Percy to ruffle up my hair and tell me ' Sorry sis'. But he never did.

Instead, I felt his strong arms wrap around me. I was surprised.

"Percy? What are yo-"

"Thanks." He said. "Thanks for coming, sis."

I smiled and returned his hug. We stayed in comfortable silence for a few seconds till he spoke up.

"You know," his voice had become very shaky. "T-that dream-it really did scare me." I could feel his shoulders shaking and small beads of sweat appear on his neck. "I-it felt really...so real-I though that I had-actually..."

He didn't finish his sentence and I didn't want to pry. He was still shaking and his voice was breaking. I tightened my grip around his neck, feeling him do the same to me.

Once his breathing calmed, I kind of pushed him back down on the bed, laying down by his side. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I snuggled into his chest.

Together, we fell peacefuly asleep.

Ah, finally, a break from all school, homework, math and English test we've been doing all week. Oh, speaking of school, guess who got all A's on her report card. (Geek alert) I am not geek! I'm a nerd, there's a difference!

Oh, by the way, if anyone is participating in the annual Ozark County Math Bee, please P.M me!