I feel awful about doing that, but I was writing the chapter when I realised that my binder was in school, and I still needed to ask someone for some input. So...

latrinell79: Don't even worry about being rude. It really was all my fault and, I really do feel awful and I truly have been beating myself up about it since I posted it. And so, I am putting the chapter up now.

So, even though I didnt think that I would be able to post this until Wednesday, I just found out that I will have Youth Group then and so I wont be able to post it then. So, I am going to attempt to type this and post it before it is ten o'clock, because even though most *coughallcough* people my age are NOT asleep then, If I don't get 8 hours of sleep, it's dangerous. So, I am going to skip the AN I wrote during Study Hall a couple weeks ago, and go straight to the story.

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Zoe:

You know, most people love sleeping. I do love it, but only when I don't have dreams. I am sure that not even a dreamless sleep potion (AN Harry Potter!) could get rid of dreams that gods, titans, Gaea or whatever put into your semiconscious brain. But tonight wasn't a dream like that. It was but a memory. A memory of the war.

I was standing in the water watching my brother bravely/stupidly battle Kronos. There was this kid behind him. His face was familiar, but I couldn't remember the name that goes with it. I watched as he saved Percy's life many a time. "Thanks Michael!" Percy said. Ohhhhh! Right! Michael! Duh! I turned back the battle just in time to see MICHAEL get slammed with a sword and fall into the water. I was trying to get to him but I couldn't because my leg was stuck on a stray piece of garbage. I guess half a sand dollar doesn't clean as much as it used to. By the time I got to him, it was to late. He had just hit the bottom, and he wasn't breathing. The sword must have knocked him unconscious preventing him from attempting to swim up, and the height of the fall, plus the lack of oxygen, well. Not all of us are children of Poseidon.

The scene changed and I flew, hey! It's a dream, I can fly if I want! To the other side of the battle. I could only watch in amazement and shock as Hades, Persephone, Demeter and Nico came to the battle. I watched as Nico summoned undead warriors of bone. With his sword of Stygian Iron, it seemed as though he was unstoppable. Until this guy with an eyepatch, what is he a pirate?, crept up behind him. Nico was busy fighting the empusa in front of him. He didn't see the demigod. I screamed as he brought the sword down ready to strike.

Oh my gods. I woke midscream. I heard footsteps outside my door. Then a knock. "Zoe? You okay?" Thank the gods. It was Nico. I jumped up and ran to the door.

"Nico."

"Dream?"

"Yes."

That was all he needed to hear before he was holding me and I was sobbing in his shoulder. He knew I would tell him when I was ready. And 4 AM was not the time. I stopped crying, pulled myself together and sent him back to his room, and I layed back in bed, expecting to go to sleep, gave up and turned on the large, regretably pink tv. We'll talk in the morning.

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So, that's what I've got. School is intense. Ummm. I have stuff I would like to say here, mostly me begging for forgiveness for doing that to you, but that would be me putting this up even later then I truly want to. Well, it's already later then I wanted to. Imma stop writing this now, and post it. Thank you and SOOOORRRRYYYYY! (Or as Tro says Sorreeeeee)