She sits down on her bed. The bed which was once where she slept peacefully, not having to worry about dying the next day. 

Her world may have been shattered then as well, but at least she wasn't fighting for her life then. At least she didn't have to make gambles with the earth goddess to make sure her father was home safe. 

The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes thinks that it was easy before. Her first few days at camp. With Jason, with Leo, them together. Before the prophecy, before he left, before she started doubting herself.

Even before that, that one day they had at school. That, that was even better. It was peaceful... something they never had now. Not when her brother was dead and lost, not when she thought her love for the boy with the glasses was fading.

She exhales lightly and lays down, looking up at the ceiling. Thinking about the events of the past few days which have tired her, her eyes flutter close and she lets sleep take over. 

But before she does, the girl with the choppy brown hair takes a look at the dagger underneath her pillow. Still blank. Still just a blade. 

It still won't tell her how to fix this mess.