Yay, I'm back to updating. Enjoy!

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Nebula would rather (a lot) have Floo Powder than this.

She would gladly take it a hundred times (Okay, maybe not that gladly) than ever do this again.

Note to self, absolutely, completely, do NOT go into sparkly portals.

She must've spun around a thousand times now. Her stomach was sooooo not happy. AND IT WAS SO BRIGHT. The only (few) times she opened her eyes she was blinded by the dazzling light of this neverending tunnel of sparkly green light.

Although sometimes she would glimpse an end to this endless tunnel and some people through them. But no matter what, she couldn't go anywhere. She couldn't move or redirect herself.

Noooo, she had to be thrown about like a rag doll in this tunnel of sparkles.

And, as she felt like just knocking herself out to put her out of this misery, she finally, finally got to the end of this portal. She shot out of it like a bullet and remembered her self defense classes enough to do a weird somersault to right herself. 

I'm out. I'm out. I'm out...

She collapsed to the ground and laid there for a full five minutes before her stomach finally recovered. She stood up to take in her surroundings. She was in a forest, but not the one near camp. The trees weren't that old, and sunlight shone through the canopy to light up the ground she was standing on. Her brain was still quite sluggish, but managed a thought.

If I'm not at Camp, where am I?

Nebula slapped herself. Good, now I'm awake. Hmm...

She climbed up a tree that was considerably taller than the rest, and came to a conclusion.

Yup, this definitely isn't Camp Half-Blood.

The view showed that she was on this gigantic island with tall mountains and quite big forest.

I'll need to get back somehow. Nebula groaned. Why didn't I practice shadow traveling? Why did Hogwarts shut down before we could learn Apparating? And I don't know the Portkey spell. UGGGGHHHHHHHHHH.

So she didn't know how to get back. But she'll need to survive until she finds a way.

Okay. I need food, and water. Is my ring here?  She looked at her hand. Her ring shimmered, as if to say yes. Good, I have something to entertain myself with. And to fight the monsters. Are there monsters? STOP, I'm getting sidetracked. Is there a village somewhere?  She looked around. Maybe they can help me. If they don't, then I'm glad I know the Memory Charm. 

She hopped down from the tree, but not before enchanting a piece of paper to track her progress, just like she did with Camp. Nebula sighed. She wanted to go back, but...

Now that she accepted that she wasn't going back home soon, she wanted to explore.

But right now, (she didn't notice, Mad-Eye is gonna kill her. Constant Vigilance...) the sun was setting and she needed shelter. Now. She got to work.

She willed her ring to turn into an axe and made quick work of a tree. "Ventus!" She yelled, raising her wand. The leaves on the forest floor were swept up into the miniature tornado and were later stuck together, making the walls of her makeshift tent. A quick "Incendio!" made a crackling fire that she used to warm her hands. Dam,(which made her laugh sadly) this island is COLD. Lastly, she put invisible wards around her campsite. 

"Repello Muggletum," Nebula murmured. She sensed the magic sweeping over the site. "Salvio Hexia. Protego Totalum. A wave of heat crossed the site. Does Mist work here? She wove an illusion of a bird and let it fade into wisps of smoke. Yup, it does. Nebula hurriedly weaved an illusion using Mist around the campsite, finishing just as the last rays of sun disappeared.

Her dinner was a few fruits and berries she had found. It wasn't that good, but it was all she had. The seeds she had gotten were planted near the campsite. ("Herbivicus!") She had also gotten a few herbs for medicine and potions the very next day. It was quite lucky that she had been so near them when she was attacked by vipers. Oh gods. That. Was. Close.

So far, she was doing well on surviving. But right now, she might have to risk being seen. They were the only people she found.

Yeah. She found a village.

And, with her luck, it was inhabited by Vikings. They looked mad. No, furious.

Nebula was surprised and horrified and happy and kinda scared when she saw the village. You probably know why. Hint: It was nighttime. 

There. ARE. DRAGONS?!

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"Hannah, I need your help."

Amy glanced at the golden vase on the table.

She had rushed to her house when she had another vision, (Ingrid and Tanya refusing to let her go unless she ate the nectar and ambrosia and ripplefluffs and loads of foods she wouldn't bother naming) asking for a favor.

"With what?" Hannah turned around, her golden eyes showing confusion. She resembled Heimdall from the Marvel Universe very much, Amy noted. Apart from the golden hair. She tilted her head at Amy, and she almost didn't duck in time. A gold and white teapot, followed by two teacups, two plates and a set of cutlery zoomed towards the table, grazing her head. "Have you finally decided to take the offer?" The teapot poured out a golden liquid, Hannah's specialty. Pale rainbow smoke spiraled out of the cup, it's contents looking like molten gold.

"No," Amy said, reaching for the tea. It was the best in all the fandoms, after all. Two loaves of bread appeared out of nowhere and landed on the golden plates, along with some butter and a few cookies. She shook her head at them. "Also, I'm not hungry."

They disappeared and Hannah sat down. "So what is it?" She asked, masking her impatience. "I've found a way to stop the visions." Hannah's eyes widened. "What?!" Amy smiled. "Well, most of them. I have more than I usually did from the amount of people inside the fandoms. We have done a lot of recruiting." Hannah frowned. "How many per day?"

" Around twenty to thirty. Many people write fanfictions every day." She rubbed her eyes, remembering the pain. "More than you think." Hannah frowned even more. "Okay. I see why you called me for that."

"Buuuuut...you haven't told me who, or what will be able to stop them. How am I supposed to help?" Amy thought back to the day. It was vivid and clear. "Well, I was having a vision one day," "Surprise, surprise." 

Amy rolled her eyes."Shut up, Hannah. Anyways, this girl, Nebula was in them. There was Percy Jackson and Harry Potter and- well, soon-to-be How To Train Your Dragon." Hannah's eyes flashed for a second. Then widened in realization.

"I see her!"

"You didn't have to shout. Go on." "It was one of those scenarios which stood out from the others-" "Oh, those."

"Destiny." She warned. Hannah shut up, giving her a playful glare.

" As I was saying, it was one of those scenarios which stood out from the others. I went down the timeline and I saw something. I need you to manipulate the probability of Nebula surviving."

Hannah looked at her hands. "You saw her becoming one of us, didn't you?"

"Of course." Hannah paused for a moment. Amy was nervous. Will she help? It's my only chance in decades.

"I have to hear what she is going to do first. Then I'll help you."

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