I must have fallen asleep at some point during the night, sometime during the early morning hours, just before sunrise. My Vision Sight hit and I was trapped in my own head. 

At first I was confused, I was standing in an open area, a plan, it looked like swamp, but the air was cold, and the wind was brutal and biting. I walked along the mountain road, the scenery was beautiful. I wasn't sure where I was, there were no snow capped mountains in England that I had seen, anyways.  I turned the corner on the road and I saw a tall dark haired boy. He held a glowing bronze sword. 

"PERCY!" I called. I wasn't sure i he could hear me, but I saw him hesitate, as he turned towards my call, he stepped off the shoulder and was swallowed by the bog. He sunk down almost instantly, swallowed whole. I screamed and ran towards the spot I saw him disappear. I dropped to my knees and thrust my hand down, as far down as I possibly could reach, up to my shoulder, I lay flat on my stomach and stretched even further. My fingers grasped onto something. I tightened my grip and pulled. With a groan I got up to my knees, pulling. Percy's arm and then head and the rest of him finally appeared. I yanked him up and onto solid ground.

I rolled him over as choked on mud, he coughed and spat and gasped wildly for breath. 

"Come on, Breathe Percy. Just breath, nice and slow!" 

"No-Nora?" 

"Hey." I smiled. He was covered in mud and I saw the pure panic in his eyes and confusion on his face and I knew this was a dream, but I threw myself at him. 

"Wh-what?" 

"I don't know- it's a dream. But Percy, I'm coming..." 

I could feel myself fading, being pulled away from him. 

"Listen, Percy! I'm coming, I'll meet you in Greece!"

I was pulled away. I stood in a vast gloomy space like an underground parking garage. Rows of stone pillars marched off in every direction, holding up the ceiling about twenty feet above. Freestanding braziers cast a dim red glow over the floor.

I couldn't see very far in the shadows, but hanging from the ceiling were pulley systems, sandbags, and rows of dark theater lights. Piled around the chamber, wooden crates were labeled PROPS, WEAPONS, and COSTUMES. One read: ASSORTED ROCKET LAUNCHERS.

I heard machinery creaking in the darkness, huge gears turning, and water rushing through pipes.

Then I saw the giant...or at least I guessed that he was a giant. I ignored them and focused on the raised platform behind this giant. He paced back and forth in front of it, examining a bronze jar about the size of me. There was something about this jar that grabbed my attention. I willed me dream forward, right to the surface of the jar. Then passed through to the inside.

The air in the jar smelled of stale breath and tarnished metal. The only light came from the dim purple glow of a dark sword, its Stygian iron blade set against one side of the container. Huddled next to it was a dejected-looking boy in tattered jeans, a black shirt, and an old aviator jacket. On his right hand, a silver skull ring glittered.

"Oh gods." I cursed. I recognized this kid, and there was something about him that pulled ay my heart. I knew he had shown up in many many of my memories. "Nico..." I whispered. And then like a fast forward all my memories of him came slamming back, I stumbled into the side of the jar "NICO!" I screamed. But the son of Hades couldn't hear me. 

The container was completely sealed. The air was turning poisonous. Nico's eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. He appeared to be meditating. His face was pale, and thinner than I ever remembered.

On the inner wall of the jar, it looked as though Nico had scratched three hash marks with his sword—maybe it had been three days that he'd been imprisoned?

It didn't seem possible he could have survived so long without suffocating. Even in a dream, I was already starting to feel panicky, struggling to get enough oxygen. Then I noticed something between Nico's feet- a small collection of glistening objects no bigger than baby teeth.

Seeds, I realized. Pomegranate seeds, specifically. Three had been eaten and spit out. Five were still encased in dark red pulp.

"Nico," I said, "Hold on...someone will come for you! Please hold on!"

Just as his eyes fluttered for a brief second I was yanked away and now I was alone. Everything around me was covered in grey and white mist. At first I thought it was The Mist, like the veil between our world and the mortal world, the stuff Hecate can manipulate. But after a closer look it was just regular old mist.

I turned in a circle. I couldn't really see, but I did see green rolling hills, a few shrubs and trees, but it was the wild back country of somewhere. I didn't recognize the area at first, and then realization dawned on me. It was the hill I had met Mithras and Marcus. No one was around, I was very much alone. Beside me was a few old brick ruins, it resembles a wall, it was crumbling and falling apart in places. I realized it was the old Hadrian's Wall. I slowly walked along the wall. There was no Bull Beast chasing me, but there was something else around, I felt the evil.

I turned back and set in one of the rolling wild grass hills was the sleeping face of a woman. 

"Gaea." I spat.

The woman's eyes fluttered, and somehow even though she was sleeping , her voice echoed around me. 

"Sun child...you will walk alone. An abomination of a child. You cannot reconcile the past wrongs and future deeds of your ancient rivals. Even now as we speak, things greater than the titans are rising. My plan is in motion..."

"You told me that already, you stupid pile of dirt." I snarled. 

"Sun child...child of the Greeks and Romans. Even now everyone is seeing you for who you really are...a threat. You were the reason your friends are in trouble. And you think your new...friends can help. You're just putting more friends in danger. They wont help you. You are a reason to fear. You do not belong with the Greeks. Nor do you belong with the Romans. You do not belong anywhere... you walk alone."

"Leave me alone!" I yelled. I brought my arm back to throw the fire, but when I blinked, I saw the barracks of Mithras, it was crumbled in rubble and piles or burning wood. Maximus and Cato lay dead, Calantha also lay sprawled on the ground, her flower ripped at the roots. and trampled underfoot. All the warriors of the brotherhood lay dead, scattered all around the barracks. 

The hill changed and I was on the hill of Camp half blood, the Greek campers were out numbered, many of the faces I recognized lay blank eyed and bloody. Many of the Roman's pointed spears at the few Greeks who were still alive, but now forced to their knees. I saw Raph chained at the front of the Roman army, he was beat and bloody, he could hardly keep his head up. 

"BOW BEFORE ME!" 

I recognized that voice, I turned around and saw Octavian, his wild crazed eyes. He wore a crown of laurels and his purple cloak. 

The hill shifted and the seven demigods on the war ship lay dead as well, laying beside the Olympian gods. Horrible giants stood over them, roaring in victory. They turned and destroyed the temples of the gods next, smashing the alters and statues. 

"RIP THEM FROM THE ROOTS!" One of them screamed. 

"The end has begun." The sleepy Earth goddess whispered. "There is no hope hero. You will die. My hunter has picked up your scent." 

From the top of the hill of old Hadrian's Wall an arrow streaked so fast through the air and hit me through the heart. Even with the chest plate and the curse of Achilles the arrow pierced me through the heart. I stared in shock at the raven-feather fletching, the shaft painted red, yellow and black like a coral snake, the Stygian iron point embedded in my heart.

I looked up through a haze of pain. At the top of the hill, a dark figure approached – the silhouette of a man whose eyes shone like miniature headlamps, blinding me. I heard the scrape of iron against leather as he drew another arrow from his quiver.

"He comes for you." Gaea whispered. 

I sat up with a gasp. 

"Sunna! We need to leave! Now!" I cried. 

I shoved my weapons into my belt and grabbed my backpack and swung it onto my back. My Pegasus was already up, her mane tossed and she whinnied. I kicked the piece of wood holding the door closed and hopped up onto her back. She took off and we sped away from the shed. There was no evidence of the shadow birds from last night. She shot into the sky and we flew for a while. I kept glancing behind me, but there was nothing. I slowly started to relax. 

That was when the storm appeared. 

It happened so fast it was hard to understand what happened. The clouds thickened and grew dark and heavy. The winds grew stronger, throwing Sunna and me all over the place. She was having trouble staying up right. We were pushed back and forth. 

"We need to land!" I screamed over the wind and thunder. 

She folded her wings and we shot to the ground. She was quick and agile, we had to swerve a few times, lightning flashed around us. If Sunna wasn't so quick we would have been fried for sure. Her wings were soaked, I was drenched, the rain came down in sheets, it was thick and cold and it stung my skin. There was nothing I could do to to fight a rain storm. None of my weapons could handle lightning or hail or wind or rain. But I did call up a heat shield and that helped deflect some of the rain and hail.  The lightning seemed to be aiming at just us, and I knew it was more then just a storm. Venti. Or something similar. I didn't know if we were facing Roman, Greek, Celtic, Norse...or something in between. Europe was crazy. Sunna neighed and touched down at a run. 

Her hooves thundered along the top of a ridge. As we ran down the hill, a section under her hooves gave, and we slid down the hill in a mud slid. She screamed, I screamed and we tumbled, head over heels down the hill. As I rolled I knew Gaea was responsible for this. I couldn't help my poor Pegasus, so I just made sure I wouldn't smack my head. I felt the rocks and other things hitting me, but this time my curse of Achilles saved me from breaking anything.  We hit the bottom and laid in a heap for a moment. It was only a brief moment. I felt the footsteps shaking the ground before I heard them. 

"Come on Sunna, we gotta go girl!" I encouraged. 

She struggled, she was favoring one hoof. I cursed in a few different languages. I knelt down and held it in both hands. I felt the tingle in my hands and I focused on the healing powers that flowed through me, and forced the warm glowing tingle into her leg. It didn't take long and her leg was as good as new. She nuzzled her face into my neck for a second in a thank you. I was panting with the effort. But I got up and climbed onto her back, the rain was worse, the hail was getting stronger, the size was getting bigger and bigger. The wind ripped at my clothes and hair. I leaned down as close as I could, trying to flatten myself. 

Sunna ran a few steps and then glided for a while. That's how we kept going, trading back and forth. run on land until her hooves would start to get stuck in the muck, and then she would glide off the ground a few feet until the wind would get too strong. I kept the shield of heat up for as long as I could. I also sent fire on the ground ahead of us, the the land was scorched slightly, Gaea didn't seem to like being on fire, it helped a little. It was a long day. The darkness was terrible. The storm didn't stop for hours. We were both exhausted. The thing that was pursuing us was lost for now, at least I didn't feel it's presence. It must have been close to night at this point. We were fleeing these Venti and Gaea all day. We stumbled around the back country for any kind of shelter. I didn't know where to go. 

Sunna whinnied and galloped over to what I thought looked like some kind of earth mound. But the closer we got, the less it was raining, and the winds died down. I glanced behind me the earth wasn't as bubbly, like a boiling soup, it was calm like the ground should be. Sunna jumped over the earth mound and slowed down to a trot. 

"Where are we?" I asked her. The view was beautiful, now that the storm had died down I could see the view and it was beautiful. Sunna trotted over to some plaque that was erected in the corner of the earth mound and some crumbled section of a wall. It took me a while to decipher the wiggling letters, but I got the jist of it.

"Vinovia was a Roman fort and settlement situated just over 1 mile (1.6 km) to the north of the town of Bishop Auckland on the banks of the River Wear in County Durham, England.[2] The fort was the site of a hamlet until the late Middle Ages, but the modern-day village of Binchester is about 2 miles (3 km) to the east, near Spennymoor. The ruins are now known as the Binchester Roman Fort." I read out loud for Sunna, "The fort was probably established around AD 79 to guard the crossing of the River Wear by Dere Street, the main Roman road between York, Hadrian's Wall and Scotland, and also the fort's main street (via principalis). Sitting atop a hill 15 metres (49 ft) above the Wear, Binchester was the largest Roman fort in County Durham" I looked around  at the Pegasus, "Well that's kind of cool." 

"Indeed." said a voice. 

I yelped and turned around. I stood face to face to a ghost, he was dressed in traditional Roman warrior gear, a helmet with a big red plume on it, a red short cape fell down his back, but he had an arrow sticking out of the armpit of his chest plate- which didn't look comfortable at all. I said something really intelligent like "You're a ghost!" 

"Wow, nothing gets passed this one." 

"Well excuse me...I've been a little busy trying to stay alive." I snapped back. 

"Who are you, where do you hail from? Why are you in my fort and why are there Venti attempting to gain entrance to my home?" 

"One question at a time. Sheish. I am Eleanora Blofis, daughter of Sol, goddaughter of Mithras, part of the Brotherhood." 

The ghost went to protest, but I held up a hand, "I have letters of recommendation, sit tight." I paused, "You're a ghost, can you sit?" 

"I beg your pardon?!" 

"You're excused." I said dryly and pulled out the scroll and held it out. "Uhh...can you hold solid things?" 

"How dare you!" 

"Just a question." I shrugged. But he snatched the scroll. I guess because it was from a god, he could handle it. I saw his eyes scan the paper. I saw his jaw clench, he rolled the scroll up. 

"Fine. You may stay the night." 

"Thank you...uhhh"

"General Titus." 

"General Titus. Thank you." 

"Don't thank me, only because you have those papers. I don't exactly enjoy Venti banging on my front door." 

I blinked a few times ad a full Roman fort appeared. It was all kind of shimmery and transparent, but I got to see the full extent of what it looked like back in its glory. The gates were held shut, Centurions stood on the battle ramparts, throwing bronze tipped spears and shooting arrows. The Venti were having trouble staying together with all the bronze being shot at it. 

"Sunna, you need to eat and rest. General Titus, I'll help take care of your Venti problem." I nodded to the cranky sassy General. I marched to the edge of the earth and rubble ruins. The the rest of the fort was shimmery and shinny like the ghost centurions running everywhere. I lit my hands of fire and now threw a wall of heat out, and formed a box- like I did with the venti the time I rescued Jason, Leo and Piper. One tried to escape, but someone shot it with the bronze arrow making it explode in smoke. I forced the venti to squish smaller and smaller. They were angry storm spirits slammed into the sides, but I made the box smaller. I could see the moisture evaporating, the clouds weren't so thick anymore. I grit my teeth and Forced the heat walls to shrink some more. 

With a wild yell I slammed my hands together and squishing the last of the storm spirits to evaporate in a poof of gold and smoke. 

I turned to General Titus, "No more Venti problem." 

"Ya...no kidding." He said still staring at where the Venti used to be. 

"I don't know if they all did, I'm sure they will be back, but... for now were good." 

"Who did you say were?" He gapped at me.

I grinned and winked, but went to find Sunna. I plunked down beside the corner of the crumbled wall, where the sign for the historic sight was, I pulled my backpack off, and pulled out some food. Sunna came over and we promptly fell asleep now that we would be safe for the night, in the old Roman ghost fort. 

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