This won't take long. 

Hi guys! If you're here from reading "Ellie", welcome! If you're here because of Heroes of Olympus, also welcome! 

You don't have to have read "Elicia's Ice" or "Ellie's Flame" to enjoy this book. It's definitely recommended, so you know which characters to look for and who I'm introducing along the way. But it's not fully necessary. It'd just be a heads-up for who Ellie is and who she's friends with, all that stuff. 

Anyways: I hope whoever stumbles upon this book enjoys this twist on Heroes of Olympus! Enjoy this little description thingie, then continue to the next chapter!  XD

Oh wait one more thing: Don't mind the cover. I'm changing it as soon as I get the chance. Also, the title might change sometime. Not sure how much I like it. 

My life has been a mess of mysteries since I was tiny.

Nobody can explain why my eyes are fractured blue-and-black. Nobody can explain why the temperature drops every time I enter the room. Nobody can explain why hear whispers in the night that no one else can even begin to sense.

But I've done a good job in hiding my biggest secret.

Every single night, my dreams are filled with monsters. Looming beasts with one eye or three, fangs or split tongues, scaly skin and feathery wings. Bones breaking through soil, dragging me down into darkness, hissing Come home. Come home. You belong with the dead.

And every night, I wake up crusted in a layer of pure ice.

The first night it happened, when I was six, I screamed so loud that three of our neighbors called the police. My mother rushed in, but the ice mysteriously disappeared the second the doorknob turned. When I tried to explain it to her, I couldn't. I knew she wouldn't believe me.

So I told her what I told everyone else. A nightmare. That's all it was.

But every night, for almost ten years, I would force my screams and my tears to be silent. I tried staying awake. I tried telling doctors about my recurring dreams. I tried taking the medicine they gave me.

Nothing ever worked.

Ten years, I held myself so tightly I'd cut marks. I'd leave my house for hours at a time, skipping school, going anywhere but where my dreams had taken me. I had to find new places, new scenery, that my monsters didn't know about.

My teachers thought I belonged in a psych ward. My doctors told my mother an ADHD and dyslexic kid like me shouldn't be having this many problems. My classmates thought I was insane, some freak from outer space.

And my mother? She knows something. She knows why I have nightmares. Knows why I wake up in ice. Knows why I feel so alone and different.

Even though I've never told her about any of it, not since the first nightmare.

But she won't tell me. She barely speaks to me nowadays. Half the time she doesn't even make eye contact with me.

I know I'm different. I know I don't belong.

But everyone has to belong somewhere.

Right?

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This is something I've been having a ton of fun with lately, mostly because I wasn't quite ready to say goodbye to writing in Ellie's POV just yet. 

Heads up---If you've read "Elicia's Ice" or "Ellie's Flame", be prepared. Ellie is mostly her same self, but she's a tad darker. Made clear by the cover, I hope. This Ellie hasn't grown up the same way the other Ellie had. She's had some serious trauma. 

Hint hint said nightmares above. 

Anyways, if you're reading this solely because it's a camp half-blood fanfic, I hope you enjoy it! I'm literally following the books once I actually get into it, with a few twists here and there. Don't worry---Ellie WILL NOT intrude on the Seven. There's some things even OC's can't push between.