A/N

Okay, before you start reading, I just wanna say, this might be very triggering to some people, and if it is then I apologise...I genuinely apologise if it is, cause you know...I hate being triggered and yeah I think once you read it you guys'll know what I'm talking about when you read it :)

I stared at the note with my mouth slightly ajar, oh my gods, she's here, not Ella but Piper, and this would be my chance to make everything right. To apologize, to apologize for everything, to say I was happy when I was with her when I was teaching her how to play. To apologize for the experience that she had to go through before her death. My teeth slightly clenched at the fact that I cannot even see her, she might be able to see me, but I cannot. And wouldn't this only work if I could see her? Should I summon Nico? Would that be able to work, if I could get him to summon her...that would certainly work, would it not? But...how I could say what I want to say with someone else being here? Though the curse is gone, that does not mean I can trust them, or open up to them, no, even now I do not feel that I can open up with them...it will take a while, but I do not have a while.

I grabbed a pen off the desk and hesitated only for a second before scrawling 'I want to see you.' onto the paper and pushing it forward, more into the middle, of the wooden desk. I lowered my eyes as if ashamed to confess such a thing, but how can it be shameful? She is my fiance, my soul mate. Who am I kidding, I was never her soul mate, it was just a Darkwood fantasy, perhaps it could have come true if both of us had stayed with the Cult, but I had no choice but to run, my father was a deserter, and Piper...Piper never even knew they existed. It was a fantasy, a fantasy too good to come true, she belongs with Jason. Not me. I can never call someone mine, who would want to date me, anyway?

It wasn't long before a reply came back and the reply I got? Well, least to say it confused me. 'You can if you try hard enough.' what was that meant to mean? If I try hard enough? I am a son of Athena. I have no special powers. I am not a son of Hades, I cannot see or summon the dead. What special power do I have? I have none. So what does she mean if I try hard enough?

'What do you mean?'

'Try.'

'I don't understand, try what?'

'Revain. You know how to use it.'

'To make toys.'

'Maybe not consciously, but it's in your blood.'

I bit my lip at that. Revain? Don't I have to give up something? Would it be worth it? Yes. Of course it was, if I could see Piper again...I sighed as I rubbed my forehead at this. I don't know it, not that well, but according to her I could do it anyway.

"Fine, I don't know if it'll work, but fine." I said with a snort and with that a knife shot onto the desk right in front of me, I jumped high into the air at the knife, I didn't expect it, of course I didn't, why would I expect a knife to fall out of no where? Damn you, Piper. "You're lucky that didn't hit me." I mutter bitterly grabbing the handle and awkwardly holding it. Now what? Well, Fred started with a diagram thingy so maybe I should try that, but he did it on a piece of paper but no, she gave me a knife...oh...oh...this is going to hurt.

For order to get me to see Piper, I'm going to have to do the diagram on me, but...if anyone walked in, they would find my blood gushing out of me, and I would probably be unconscious from blood loss, meaning I could very well die. This practically shouts the fact that I have to have someone with me right now. No... they would never allow me to do this. Never. Or they would make Jason be the one to see her. With that, I felt my stomach churn in jealousy but I quickly shrugged it off.

She's waiting though and the others are in the meeting, I can't bother them, it's now or never. I sighed rolling my sleeves up to show my arm, the veins pulsing under my skin. With a slightly shaking hand I positioned the knife at the tip of the inside of my elbow and shut my eyes biting my lip before tearing the skin bringing the knife down my arm and I felt the blood trickle down my arm, I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from making a sound. But I kept on thinking of why I was doing it, seeing Piper, that was why. Piper. Soon enough I felt the knife making some sort of pattern in my arm..I don't know, I didn't want to look. But soon I could feel my consciousness slipping away from me but I couldn't stop it, who could stop themselves from unconsciousness?