Jude bit back a scream when she woke up. She'd had another nightmare. Everyone had died, but the bad man waas dead, too. The big girl, the older her, had promised that this was the last dream, though. She wasn't quite sure just how she felt about that. Judida - that was how she differentiated, she was Jude, big her was Judida - had told her to go to Camp Half-Blood, in New York, and Jude trusted her... After all, she trusted herself, didn't she?

She glanced at the beat-up McDonalds Happy Meal watch that Dudley had thrown at the wall because it wasn't the toy he wanted. It was four in the morning. How would she get to New York, though...? She started pulling on her best-fitting clothes as an idea popped into her head. Judida had snuck into a plane once, into the cargo hold... That's what she would do! Thankfully, the cupboard was never locked, though that would change when she started school. Or at least, that's what happened to Judida. She glanced around, the house was quiet, as usual. She tiptoed out and slid Aunt Petunia's purse off the little table by the parlour door. Over £200. Thank the gods for Aunt Petunia's love of shopping.

In Uncle Vernon's wallet were £300, he must've gotten a pay raise. She really should eavesdrop more at dinner. Or maybe he was planning on going pubbing again... That seemed more likely, to her. She grabbed the money and stuck it in her jeans pocket. What else would she need? Probably food, New York was all the way across the Atlantic Ocean, so It might take until lunch time, and she hadn't eaten the past few days.

What was an Ocean, anyway? The four years old shrugged mentally and toddled quietly off to the kitchen, where she grabbed a lunchbox from under the sink, an ice pack from the freezer, carrots, grapes, an apple, a big thermos full of water, and some other food. Money, food... It was summer now, so it should be warm. Five o' clock. How was it that Judida had changed her looks... Oh! Jude scrunched her face up, and concentrated really hard, letting out a big puff of breath as she felt her curly black hair straighten and get shorter. She peered into the shiny, reflective toaster on the counter by the lunchbox. Good, she didn't look like herself anymore. She grabbed the freshly-packed lunch box and tiptoed to the front door. Now to sneak away to the Little Whinging bus station.

"Thank you!" Jude chirped to the lanky bus-driver. He tipped his hat to her.

"Happy to help. Go find your Mum, now."

"Okay!" She hopped down from the bottom step and hurried into the airport. Now, she thought, how do you get on the plane?

She wandered around for a while, and somehow ended up in the cargohold of a plane headed for New York. How was she supposed to know that the things with all the luggage weren't rides? She yelped when the plane began to lift off. Her ears hurt. She put her fingers in them, and that helped a little. She kicked a red suitcase. "Mean old plane."

Jude became very bored very quickly, with nothing to do. After about an hour, she thought it was, she decided to start looking inside the suitcases. One had a bunch of funny shaped underwear in it, there was barely any cloth! She wrinkled her nose and looked around some more. Someone had left a flashlight in the suitcase she had kicked earlier, thankfully. It was quite a bit easier to see, with it in her hand.

It was fun looking at everything, but now she was hungry, and there wasn't any room to sit. Weird kids couldn't sit on furniture, so she began lookng for some clear floor. There was some in the back, where the plane was all funny shaped. She sat down and began eating her peanutbutter and apple sandwich. She had developed a love of them once when Dudley decided to throw his at her and Aunt Petunia said that she had to eat it, since it was contaminated with Jude's freakishness. Jude had pretended to not like it, she liked it so much, and now they were practically the only thing she ate. She didn't mind.

She put the plastic bag back in her lunchbox, and shone the flashlight around. Not much. Her ears started to hurt again. Were they going down? Something bumped into her. A doll? It was! It was just like the doll she had always wanted, had imagined for as long as she could remember; soft, dark brown ringlets, round blue-green eyes with real eyelashes and lids that opened and closed, pale skin, some freckles on her nose, ans little red lips that smiled. She wasn't made of porcelain, it felt sturdier than Aunt Petunia's porcelain plates, but it was something cold and pretty. The doll had clothes like a girl in a movie Aunt Petunia liked, set in the mid eighteen hundreds. Laying out clothes, maybe? Was that what they were called? Either way, they were dark charcoal grey, with black lace, and a thick sash, and there were little black pointy-toes boots with buckles, and she looked like she was from a long time ago.

Jude looked behind her. There was only an empty wall. So how-? She shook her head. According to her dreams, magic and gods were real, so why wouldn't her perfect doll appear from no-where. She hugged it. "You're name is Alice Ridley, dolly," she whispered into the soft brown hair.

She hugged the doll instead of plugging her ears. There was a bump when the plane hit the ground, and Jude bounced a little bit, and pressed herself against the wall. Soon, someone was opening the door-plane-wall-thingy. She wished she was away, what if she got sent back to Number Four?

Quite suddenly, it was very cold, she couldn't see, cold shivers were going up her spine, she was going very fast, heard strange noises, and then...

It was sunny, and hot, and she was on a hill. She took this in for half a moment, and then the world became dark again as she clutched her doll.

"CHIRON! CHIRON! MR. D! CHIRON! COME QUICK!" Eleven-year-old Lilian Scots shouted at the top of her lungs as she ran toward the figure on the top of the hill. It was a little girl with reddish-brown hair and an old-fashioned doll. As Lilian ran toward her, the girl seemed to change. Her hair turned black, and her tanned sking got paler. She still looked about four years old, though. Was she a half blood? She had just poopped into existance in the shadow of the hill, and then she fainted!

Lilian was nearly in histerics when Mr. D and Chiron got there. While Mr. D huffed and puffed, Chiron leaned down and scooped up the four years old girl. "What happened?" He asked her.

Lilian hugged herself. "I don't know! I was going back to my cabin after dinner, and then I looked at the hill - I don't know why, I just felt like I should, I guess - and that little girl - she popped out of the shadows! She looked straight at me for a second, or a half of one, and then she just - she just fainted! And when she appeared, she had brownish hair and a tan, and then she just, I don't know, morphed! What-what happened?"

Mr. D put a hand on her shoulder. "Milly, I don't know, and neither does Chiron - " here he gave the centaur a Look, " - but you should get back to Demeter cabin, alright?"

Lillian nodded. This was her second year here, but she still wasn't all that used to strange-ness. It was getting dark.

She didn't know that when she was gone, Mr. D turned to Chiron as he asked, "Is it just me, or does this child feel like a..."

"Godling?" Mr. D said for him.

Chiron nodded.

AUTHER'S RAMBLES/NOTES (AR/AN for short.) : Erm, I have no Beta, sorry, so an mistakes are all mine. If you haven't read the last PJ book, Jude just shadow travelled, a power of the children of Hades. She'll be out for about a week, just like Nico the first time he did it. And a godling - I think that's the right term - is a child god or goddess. An actual child one, not that just looks like one. She is technically 3/4 Olypmian, so those that can sense these things, like gods, chiron, satyrs, etcetera, may mistake her for one. But she is still mortal. Yes Jude is a witch, but I'm not sure that I'll send her away to Hogwarts. I might, though. She will live a lot longer than a normal mortal, and she does age a bit slower - faster than a satyr, but still slower - than mortals, but I don't plan on giving her immortality.

- Mercy.