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Zoë

"I'm not the only one who sees here, am I," Mathew asks me.

"See who," Bianca asks, waking up.

I pointed to the girl lying in the middle of the street with a cut running from her elbow to right above her hand.

"Oh," she said in a small voice.

"I wonder what happened to her," I asked no one in particular.

"She's not dead," Bianca said at the same time the girl groaned.

"While you two decide if she's dead or not, I am going to give her some nectar," I told my two friends. I walked over to the girl and took some nectar out of my bag. I used some of it to clean her wound, which had stopped bleeding. The cut wasn't too bad, but the girl didn't look so good. She had long blonde hair, but it looked limp and dirty. Her face was smudged with dirt and her clothes were torn. Of course, we probably didn't look much better.

I drizzled some nectar in her mouth and her eyes fluttered open. They were at the same color ray as my mom's and appeared to have flecks of what I believed to be green. Then she blinked and the mysterious flecks disappeared.

She fumbled for the knife at her hand, but I grabbed her wrist. Her eyes widened as she took in my two companions, Mathew and Bianca. "We're not going to hurt you" I told her softly. "Right guys" I asked, turning to my friends for confirmation.

"Yeah,' Mathew said, while Bianca, who still looked pretty tired, just nodded. The girl moved her hand away the knife, but her body was still tensed, which made me frown.

"What happened to you" I asked bluntly.

"I was attacked…I think" she said frowning, but not at us.

"You think," Mathew asked her.

"My memory is a little fuzzy," she explained and seemed even more confused after she said that.

"Why don't you come with us and we'll find something for all of us to eat" I asked the girl, standing up and offering her a hand. She grabbed, even though seemed wary, and hauled herself up.

Mathew shot me a look that said, What the Hades are you thinking? I glared at him and something in my face must have told him I was going to tell him later. The honest truth was, I didn't know. Maybe I just had an inkling of what was to come.

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Eventually we found a semi-nice motel, with only a slightly gross wending machine. When I went to pay for our room-one night only- the lady gave me a strange look. I think the only things that kept her from calling the cops were the amount of money I gave her and the fact that it was all cash.

After I had gotten our room key, we all went in search of our room. The motel was a maze, but we found it eventually. Only when we entered the room did we let our guards down, and that was only slightly. We all dumped our bags on the floor and claimed beds. I was so lost in thought that it took me a minute to realize that Mathew and Bianca had already claimed a bed.

Trying to avoid talking to talk to anyone, I went in the bathroom. I looked at my reflection in shock. My hair had fallen out of its ponytail and was stuck to my neck and forehead. It was curly like my mom's, but dark like my dad's. My face was really dirty and I had a thin line on my cheek where Alecto's whip had caught me. My clothes were a little torn, but other than that, I looked fine. I tried to brush my hair and gave up with a promise to myself that I would clean up in the morning.

When I walked back into the room, everybody was asleep, including the mysterious girl whose name I did not know. I quietly climbed into bed, next to the girl, and felt a moment of déjà vu. I shook it off and quickly fell asleep.

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My dreams were strange and vivid. I was in a hallway and at the end there was a door. I looked to my left and saw a mirror, but instead of my reflection I saw the strange girl. I walked down the hallway, as did the other girl. When I reached the door, I put my hand on the knob and twisted it. The only thing I could see was blackness and against my better judgment, I stepped through the hole (and into what could possibility be an abyss, but probably wasn't).

The scene I saw before me shocked me to the core. It was my third birthday party…except there was another little girl there. She was too young to be one of my friends, and I got the feeling she wasn't a sibling of a friend either.

Her hair was blonde and fell in ringlets, I couldn't see her eyes, but I did notice something that caught my attention; my parents. They were both standing off to the side while the other parents were gathered around my friends and me. My parents looked really worried and scared. That was something that truly shocked me.

Usually my parents, especially my mom, were strong. They kept looking at the sky in fear. I looked out the window and saw the sun shining through, out of the corner of my eyes I saw the other girl do the same. I didn't understand what they were so worried about.

I didn't have to wonder for long. The scene before my eyes froze, but my parents didn't. It took me a moment longer, but I realized that neither I nor the little girl had either. My mother had gone pale, but my father's hand was clenched in his pocket.

The light in front of them shimmered and a woman materialized before them. She looked elegant and regal, like a queen. "What do you want" my mother asked the woman with venom in her voice.

"Is that how you would speak to the queen of the gods" she asked. Hera? I thought incredulously.

When my parents didn't answer her she sighed. "Very well, down to business I suppose. I want the girl" she said, her eyes narrowed.

"Don't touch Zoë" my mother said her voice filled with barely controlled rage. Why would Hera want me?

"Not Zoë, your other daughter" she said with a sneer. At my parents look of disbelief she began to talk again, while I listened in bewilderment. I do have a sister; at least I don't think I do.

"You didn't really think you could keep her from me, did you? You were cutting it close with the first girl, and then you had another, of course you tried to keep her hidden, but you obviously didn't manage to do that very well" she smiled, but not in a kind way, more like the I win and there's nothing you can do about it way.

"Don't touch her," my father said. His voice was that scary-calm, right before he explodes.

"You can't stop me" Hera said.

The little girl I had noticed earlier was facing me. With a shock I saw her eyes, familiar eyes. And with that, she disappeared, along with the queen of the gods.

I bolted up in shock, and realized it had been a dream. I turn to my side and stared into a pair of gray eyes, the same eyes from my dream.

"Zia" I whispered.

What do think? I put a lot of thought into this chapter and really hope you like it. About the name, I'm not trying to steal from TKC, so please don't think I am. I just thought it would be a good name. Please review!

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