I appeared in a forestry area with many cabins lined up. Wait, I am at the back of the cabins? I wanted to move but I have locked in place again. I wanted to panic but I couldn't. And everything was still blurry and distorted. Then I tried to move again, but I was frozen like last time. Then I saw something move. It was a guy or a girl, I couldn't tell. But whoever that was wearing a black hoodie and dark jeans. There was also a spray paint can in their hand, and they popped off the cap. They started writing words, but I couldn't see them yet.

Wait, who was this dark-hooded figure?! Was it the Poisoner? No, I shouldn't jump to conclusions! But...there was this feeling. I quickly jumped to my senses. I'm probably not there but instead, there spiritually. So this person can't see me, that's probably for the best. But is this a dream? No, it can't be, this area looks like the back of the cabins! Plus, my dreams always tend to be funky and...troublesome, hence the nightmare about Farrah.

I noticed that the sunlight was slightly dark as if it was still nighttime but also morning. So I'm thinking five or four AM? Wait, wasn't it ten PM, is the timeline different here? Wait, could I be in the past?! Oh, my FREAKING god. But why me?! And why in my dreams? Or does it just happen at random times like earlier today with Cora at the nurse's office? Why am I only freaking out now!?

The black-hooded person finished the spray paint on the back of the cabins. It said something I still couldn't see. Then, the person finally moved aside to reveal a sentence, less is more! Wait, less is more, what does that even mean? It's catchy though, I'll give it that. Wait, I heard that before, it's on the tip of my tongue. The black-hooded figure continued to spray paint all over the back of the cabin. It was the same sentence, less is more. Looks like I'm going to stay here for a while.

The last time this happened, AKA, the time Elizabeth and Thomas fell to their doom, was only five minutes of time. Why am I still here? And, why a black-hooded figure spray-painting? Seems very—disconnected to me. Also, does this have to do anything with the Poisoner...? I can't seem to connect my thoughts.

"Are you finished, yet?" another voice yelled, I turned my eyes to see another black-hooded figure. What's up with that? Though that person's voice sounded like a female, her voice sounded kind of lurking.

"Shhh! Shut up, I did enough already, "the first black-hooded figure grunted, throwing the spray can on the ground. Hey, that's littering! But that person's voice sounded like a male's voice but it was so sweet that it could also be a girl's voice.

"Why even bother with spray painting, huh?" the second person asked, sounding annoyed.

"To warn people, that we are to be feared! I shall rise,"

"But, when will we get to the fun part?" the second person whined, "this isn't going to be worth it!"

"Yes, it will!" the first person hissed, angry, "we must lay low, but still follow out our plan to—"

To what?! I need to know! Then I felt light fading away from me. The voice was now muffled. I felt immense light blasting all over me. Wait, I need to hear that person's plan! It could be the Poisoner! I must stay!

"Gah!" I shouted, jerking up. I panted loudly, turning my head. I was...back in Cabin #11? I looked down, I'm still in my bunk. What just happened? And wasn't my last dream only last a minute? Why did this one take so long?

"Amara?"

"Huh?" I asked, my eyes foggy. Whoops, I fell asleep with my glasses on.

"It's me, Leah," she whispered, "are you okay?"

"I just had something on my mind," I mumbled, anxious.

"A dream?"

"More like a nightmare," I scoffed, "it was so weird. It felt so real to me. And it was behind the cabins—"

I stopped.

"What is it?" Leah asked me.

"What time is it?"

"Huh?"

"What time is it, Leah?!" I repeated, panicked. Oh my god.

"By the Graces, what's wrong? You're scaring me,"

"Just tell me!"

"Most people wake up by seven AM since the staff wakes up at six AM, but it's five O'clock right now, I think,"

I scrambled out of bed, quickly climbing down the ladder. It can't be!

"Amara, where are you going?!" she asked, getting out of bed.

"Amara?" Cora groaned, her eyes groggy, " it's way too early,"

"I need to go now!" I cried, scrambling to find my greasy sneakers.

"Amara, you're in your pajamas!" Leah argued, walking up to me.

"I need to prove something, RIGHT NOW," I said, tying my shoes. I dashed to the door, letting the cold air in. It was fresh air pressed against my face.

"Brr!" Cora shivered, rubbing her arms.

I left Cabin #11, rushing to the back of the cabins. If this is real, it's going to be wild. But it can't be, right? As I got to the back of the cabins, I started at Cabin #12.

"Thirteen," I muttered to myself, "fourteen, fifteen—"

I fell to my knees, gasping in utter disbelief. There it was, in pitch black spray paint, standing less is more on the back of Cabin #16. Leah and Cora came out behind me.

"What is it, Amara?" Cora yawned, "you ran out of the cabin at five AM in the more-"

Then Cora and Leah stared at the black spray paint on the cabin with their mouth hanging wide open.

"Spray paint isn't even allowed on campus!" Cora cried, looking shocked.

"What happened here!?" Leah shouted, I still was shaken up.

"I need t-to g-go," I stuttered, standing up.

"Wait, what?!" Cora exclaimed. I was so overwhelmed with emotions, anxiety, and fear. Would they think I did it?! No, that's so off-topic, Amara! My chest started to hurt and my mind felt like it was wandering off to outer space. I just wanted to burst into flames!

"I-I-I, you two should go to C-Chiron," I stammered, panicked.

"Amara, you look pale, are you sick?" Leah asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Yeah," Cora replied, walking up to me, "maybe a fever or—"

"No!" I yelled, snapping. I froze, regretting my tone and words. There was nothing else to do. So, I fled. I didn't know why, but I was so scared that I ran away. I raced into the forest behind the cabins, rushing to mixed trails or anything! I wasn't going anywhere in particular, but I had to get away. Did I go crazy? Oh my god, everyone is going to think I'm a freak!

I was so confused and lost in my thoughts that I hadn't realized I had fallen into a small stream.

"Ack!" I grunted, falling on my dumb butt like a total doofus, "Ugh."

I was in a dense area, deeper in the forest, and the stream's source of water must come from Lake Poseidon. It was quite peaceful actually, there were some smooth rocks for people to sit on, shady trees right over the rocks, and the water was refreshing against my lips. Ah, a place to get away from your troubles. I stood up, my clothes given by Cora were drenched. Oops.

I hopped out of the stream, falling to the soft grass. I could hear birds humming, some slight wind, and the sun rising on my body. I closed my eyes for a brief minute.

"I wish I could get away from it all," I grumbled quietly, scolding myself.

"Indeed," a voice loomed, startling me, "perhaps some lads do often need to get away to seek guidance,"

"Chiron?" I asked, seeing the tall centaur trainer.

"Morning, Amara," he smiled, and my cheeks reddened.

"Uhm, good morning?"

"I see your clothes are soaked in stream water," Chiron chuckled, teasing me.

"Yeah," I admitted sheepishly, "I fell in,"

"What are you doing here?" he asked, I sighed.

" Uhh, no reason at all, sir," I lied blissfully, "what about you?"

"This is one of my places where I like to think, quiet and away from all the noise. Sometimes I just like to keep it all to myself," Chiron snickered, "it's where I like to get away, all people need to get away sometimes. Sometimes even from the pressure of others,"

"Chiron, can I ask you something?"

"Yes," he replied, "you may,"

" I know I'm still new to this demi-god thing or whatnot, but I had a crazy dream. Two, in fact," I confessed, hesitating.

"Do you have something on your mind?"

"No," I mumbled, and Chiron walked away. I looked down at my soggy sneakers.

"Wait, yes!" I blurted, and Chiron turned back, smiling slightly. He must have been thinking, gets them every time.

"Yes, Amara?"

"Does anyone else have vivid dreams and they come true?" I asked, remembering.

"Amara, what are you implying?" Chiron asked, I bit my lip.

"Well, I had two crazy dreams and one of them actually happened, I think. Basically, on Cabin #16, there's this black spray paint. Did you hear about that?"

"Yes, I was in the area, news traveled around the camp quicker than you think. Perhaps quicker than Hermes," Chiron replied, with a little chuckle. Though, I wasn't in the mood for jokes...

"Well—I had such a weird dream, there were these black-hooded figures in my dream spray-painting," I continued, he slowly nodded.

"Okay?"

"So," I said, "when I woke up and went to the back of the cabins, the spray paint was still there!"

"Oh," Chiron tutted plainly, "that's very abnormal?"

"Hmph," I huffed, frowning in disappointment, "you think I'm crazy, don't you?"

"N-no, not at all!" he chuckled nervously, sighing. Chiron sat on the grass, his four legs overlaying, "Look, Amara, sometimes dreams are a bit funky. Like they can be—REALLY funky at times. But maybe it was just a coincidence for you that your dream was marked up with the spray painting—"

"I know what I saw!!!" I snapped, protesting. Chiron and I were startled at my sudden mood swing.

"Sorry," I mumbled quietly, embarrassed.

"No worries, Amara," he said, reassuring me, though it didn't sound very helpful at the time.

"I'm not in trouble, am I?"

"Of course not," he replied, smiling. I awkwardly walked around him, ready to face and take on the world. Or go to a corner and hide for the next twenty years of my life.

"And, Amara," Chiron said, " you might want to change into some dry clothes,"

"Gee," I scoffed, rolling my eyes, "thanks a lot, Chiron,"

"No problem," he chuckled, grinning slightly. Sighs, I hate dad jokes, so, does that count?