annabeth523 hee, hee, i just wen back and doubled it.

annabeth523 ooh i started a new page! yay i also got the 50th commet!

JosephineSilver OHMIGOD OHMIGOD OHMIGOD. 2nd page! Yayyayyayayayayay! I will be writing another chapter sometime in the next few hours. It is 10:41 am on Thursday the 5th here in Tassie. I will have something up by MY 3pm. (Yay, second page!)

JosephineSilver Kay, this chapter will be in Aurelia's POV. SONGS OF THE CHAPTER: Neopolitan Dreams, Lisa Mitchell Love me like The World is Ending, Ben Lee Sweet Sacrifice, Evanesence Call me when you're Sober, Evanesence. Decode, Paramore Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen (Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the fandango?)(Bohemian Rhapsody is the most awesome, epic, LEGENDARY song of all time.)

JosephineSilver Dearest Journal. I am writing now in a strange book bound in a strange sort of leather. It is slippery and bright blue. I have devised a list of my certainties: I am Aurelia. I am a daughter of Hecate, a witch. I was burnt at the stake. I was a sword for almost three hundred years. I have absoloutely no clue as to what I am doing here. The two girls with strange names, the ones who rescued me from drowning, told me what had happened. Told me my story. I then took a moment to run through the events in my own confused mind... ************************* "The union of our families will be a great thing, a great thing indeed," Michael's father smiled down at me. I was only thirteen, too young to be married, but the perfect age for betrothal, being promised away in marriage. Michael and I had been friends forever; I did not think of him romantically, but emotoins can be changed over time, and we would make - as Michael's father imposed - a great match. There was only one thing left to attend to, in my mind. If Michael and I were to be as one, as man and wife, there should be no secrets between us. Especially no secrets about witchcraft. let me explain to you a little: I am a witch. In the time I live in, such a thing is not easily, readily, or willingly admitted, for this year, the year of 1718 is one heavy with witch hunters, witch trials, and the threat of burning constantly looming over my head. But I could trust Michael with my secret. He was to be my husband. That night, I took him for a walk into the woods with me. I showed him examples of my power, then turned and waited for his reaction. Finally, he spoke. "You are a witch." "I am," I agreed. He sounded shaky, but that was understandable. he just needed time to come to terms with what I had shown him. "I will see you in the morn," I told him, and picked my way carefully around him. As it turned out, I did see him in the morning, just not in the way i had expected. The witch hunters came for me that morning. I did not know how they had found me out. I did not know who's hands were reaching for me. I only knew I was going to burn. As the men dragged me none to getly out of my house, calling me 'witch' and 'demon-girl', I saw a last straw of hope and grabbed for it. "Michael!" I yelled, "Michael!" I tried to convey in his name, in that single word, that I needed his help, that I needed him to save me. He turned his back to me, and that was when my hope died. He had not come to see me saved, he had come to see me burnt. There was a giant pile of wood in the square - waiting for me; my pyre. That was when I stopped fighting. There would be no witch trial for me, Michael had told the authorities that I was a witch, and the town knew how close we were. They took his word as law on all subjects Aurelia. I closed my eyes and waited for death to come. They threw me on to the pyre, and pain radiated up my right arm. I wouldn't have been surprised if they had broken it. I did not care. The crackle of flames and smell of smoke surrouunded me. The feared burning started. I screamed. The agony was incredible, more potent and intense than all of my imaginings put together - and believe me you, I had imagined being burnt many a time since I had discovered I was a witch. I was relieved when i finally died. At least the pain was over. ******************************* That was the last thing I remeber, until I had come to in the ocean, and panicked because I could not swim. My time as a sword had changed me. My skin, once tan, had turned as pearly white and luminescent as the blade I once had given life, Anabel told me. She seemed very poetic. My hair, once as red as witch fire, as red as the flames that had consumed me, was blonde, a silvery, ash-white blonde. River, the daughter of Iris, had told me of there quest, of there prophecy. We all knew that i was the daughter of Hecate mentioned. I took a deep breath and added a few more certainties to my list. I am among friends. I know what I am doing here. I am home.

kronosdied Post plz by the way I live in Kansas it's 8:04 here I luv ur version by the way cool last name mine is gerchel no one could pronounce it right it's so annoying when people try to pronounce it right g'day mate I talk like this because I was born in Australia 2. I luv ur version omg I said it again excuse me *ow Julia what was that kick ow for hey ghhfgktrbndgjin,gdjjmslis,nnnsxj ur messing up my writing ow geez quit it tha nk u I'm writing here hello geez Kay bye * * ahem* ok yeah sorry about that. So bye and post soon

JosephineSilver Thanks for visiting my article/forum kronosdied. (I call it an article/forum because it WAS an article, but then I added extra chapters, wich should really make it a forum) I will write the next chapter in a couple of days. Sorry you guys for making you wait, but the Aurelia chapter was an extra one. So far, my fave character is A-bel. The next chapter will be in Envy's POV. I haven't introduced envy yet, but let me just say a few things about her: 1)She is mortal. 2)She is awesome. AND, LASTLY, 3)Her mother's name is Wisdom. If you've read the real SoN, you know this is important. Next chappie is dedicated to you, kronosdied. Peace out, and all that. -JosephineSilver, Lover-of-Lasange

annabeth523 awesome!!!!!!!! so cool please post soon can't wait to find out what happens next!

JosephineSilver 'Ello 'ello. It is 11:54 am on tuesday the 10th. I'll post the next chappie before MY 3pm. This chappie is dedicated to kronosdied, thnx for joining my story, and also to my lil sis, Kiahra, thanks for leaving me alone so I could write. SONGS OF THE CHAPTER: Careful, Paramore Ray of Light, Madonna Sexyback, Justin Timberlake. (BTW, I hate this song...but I think it is funny cos whenevr it is on my mum starts singing: "I got a hairy back, I really need to wax my crack.) Lol, just lol. Thump, Bertie Blackman Flippers, Art versus Science. -JosephineSilver, High-Queen-of-the-fair-folk

annabeth523 the computer just took away the thing i was about to post and sent me to my own forum for no reason. :( (angry face) anyways i just posted the longest chappy I have ever posted on my forum, on my forum please go look. I posted it at exacty 8:00 PM my time right when the clock changed. I will be waiting for your post. no one is posting on my forum except for swimmimggirl7 anymore please go look puppy. :(

annabeth523 i wonder who Envy is? guess i'll find out soon but my mom might send me to bed before you post so i might not post about it till tomarrow. bye.

JosephineSilver Dear Mrs. Brownlow. Your daughters condition has progressed beyond anything I had ever imagined. Her hallucinations and 'visions' have become a danger for herself and others around her. I have reffered this case to a collueage of mine, but he will need some info on Envy's condition directly from Envy herself. For this reason, I suggest that she keep what men and women in my profession call a '24-hour-dream-diary' the idea behind it, is when Envy has a disturbing dream or 'vision' she writes about it in the diary, first recounting the days events that led up to it, so my collueage can diagnose what might have triggered it. Sincerely, Proffeser John Hicketrent. Envy's dream diary, entry #01 Do you start this thing, Dear Diary? Whatever. I don't even know why I'm being forced to do this. Do you doctors and professors and shrinks have to know EVERYTHING ABOUT MY LIFE!!?? Doctor Raysilese, I started my monthly cycle today. Is that the sort of thing you want to know? Well, I have to admit, there is one good thing about this stupidity filled excercise/experiment. It helps me work through what I see, make sense of it. And no matter what you idiotic doctors say, I'm not deranged, stupid, retarded, insane, or prone to any form of hallucination. My visions are real. Well, look at me, prattling away. Guess I should get started on my dream and 'the events leading up to it.' Snort. Idiot shrinks. ************************* "Yo, Loser!" I rolled my eyes and gritted my teeth at the sound of Lorraine Raysilese's voice. She thought she was better than me, because I was certifiably insane. She'd only found out because her mother was my regular shrink, and then she'd spread it round school. Now everyone thought I was insane, and gave me a berth wider than my Aunt Jealousy's belly. (And yes, my entire family has stupid names. My mum's name is Wisdom, I have a brother called Sloth, a sister called Lust and one called Pride, and our dogs name is Glutton) Though, if I think about it, Lorraine probably did me a favour, because now I'm alone, just the way I like it. Anyway, I ignored Lorraine and her posse, stalking right past them. I guess I do have one friend at my stupid all girls finishing school. Her name is Rachel Elizabeth Dare. She grinned at me as I slid into the desk next to her for our first class, Shakespearian Lit. The teacher walked in and announced we would be doing Romeo and Juliet. Some of the sick minded girls in the back snickered and whispered crude things about the way Mrs. Lalinshatex had phrased her wording. I rolled my eyes for the second time that morning. And you people think I'm messed up in the head. Mrs. Lalinshatex started reading from the book, and my head began to pound with all the thee's and thou's and thy's. I so do not get Ye Olde Englishe. I groaned and lay my head on my desk, one question swimming through my mind: How on earth was I gonna make it till lunch? ****************** Rachel gave me a sympathetic smile tinged with amusement as she sat across from me at our regular cafetireia table. We'd split up for second hour, and now we were going to enter into our regular lunchtime routine of Rachel-is-a-way-better-therapist-then-you'll-ever-be-Doctor-Raysilese. "They're getting worse," I told her. I didn't elaborate any further. Chel (My nickname for Rachel) knew I was talking about my visions. Rachel was silent for a moment. "V, I seriously think you can control these things," she said. I snorted. "Honey, if I could control these things, I wouldn't be seeing a nut-job shrink and a whack-case doctor every week. Twice every week." "Have you ever tried?" I was silent, because the honest answer to that was, No, I haven't. Rachel picked up on it. "Try," she urged me, "if you're seeing these things, it is for a reason, and you should try to control it. It could be important." That's why I loved Rachel. Compared to her, I was remarkably sane. ********************** "Envy!" I winced as my mothers shriek tore through the dorm phone speaker. I knew what she was angry about. Somehow, she had found out that I'd been blowing of Doctor Raysilese and deliberately not taking my meds. "Mum," I sighed. "Chill" "Don't tell me to chill! Those meds are important! And-" "Fine," I interupted, "I'll take the meds." "-And Doctor Raysilese is a great therapist with excellent credentials! She'll be able to stop these hallucinations of yours once and for all," she said confidently, completely ignoring me. Maybe once I would have listened to her, played the good daughter, gone to church, helped some hobos, donated a thousand dollars to charity. Any thing to make mum happy. But now I knew that she cared more about her perfect family image and her perfect socialite daughter and her perfect everything than she did about me. I so could not deal with her right now. "Bye, mum," I said, interupting whatever the heck she was saying. I tried to say I-Love-You-Mum, but the words were no longer true, and got caught in my throat. Mustn't tell lies, I reminded myself. So I slammed down the reciever, went up to my room, and promptly fell asleep. ***************** My dream was weird and short, but like Rachel had said, I tried to control it. I'm not sure if I did control it, per se, but i suddenly understood it a lot better than I usually did. There was a girl standing in a pretty starlit meadow, and her name was...Anabel? somethin' like that. She was staring at Something behind and to the left of me. I turned, and my mouth dropped open. "Whoah," I said. Anabel didn't hear me. Whether that was because this was a dream or because she was so totally focused on the giant, earthen, evil, tendrily spire she was staring at, I don't know. Suddenly, she rushed towards the evil-feeling thing, with a sword raised above her head. I screamed, and the fragile not-really-control-but-I-can't-think-of-a-better-word-for-it I held over the dream-vision shattered. Before I lost it completely, a few images and words flashed past my eyes. Anabel's sword connected to the earthen tendril, and the starlit meadow went black. *************************** I woke up covered in sweat. I staggered over to my desk and started writng down my dream before I forgot it. (Yes, I was writing it in this very diary) "Percy Jackson," I said aloud. His was the name I had seen along with the face that flashed by me as the dream ended. Underneath his name I wrote a few other things that I had seen in the dream: Camp Jupiter, Caldecott Tunnel Tommorow, 11:39pm I knew what I had written. I'd written down Percy Jackson's Co-ordinates, and when he was going to be there. Yeah, that's right, his future co-ordinates. I also knew I had to be there. I packed a small bag and snuck out of the academy with an ease that said more about my sinful nature than my name (envy is one of the seven deadly sins). Only one thing left to worry about. How in hell's name was I going to get to 'Frisco in 24 hours?

annabeth523 totally awesome! can't wait for more! thanks for reading my new chappy puppy!

JosephineSilver Kay, hi. Won't be posting for another 5 days, but the next chappie will be...Percy's POV!!!!!!!!!!! P.S. Am I switching POV's too much?

JosephineSilver Hey I just posted another chappie on my actual forum. Here is the link:http://www.fanpop.com/spots/the-heroes-of-olympus/forum/post/159041/title/battle-labyrinth-thingy-favourite-parts

universalpowa ^ yes u did and im just here so SHELL POST ON HER battle of the labyrinth "thingy" POSt there! plZ!!! XP

annabeth523 no i don't think so youug've seen how often i change point of veiw on my story. can't wait for more!

lovespercy wow! this is really good. there is a lot of twisted things in this creative plot! great job jsilver.

annabeth523 puppy you should have envy wake up Rachel and tell her then Rachel sends a iris message to camp then they leave together to find percy because i'd hate envy to suddenly read in the middle of the night without rachel and set off by herself. although it would still be a good story line but the other one is better. you can do it whatever way you want though because it's your story.

JosephineSilver Hey, I'm going to write the next chapter, but not [i]here[/i]. I'm moving this to a forum, I'll post the link in a minute.

JosephineSilver here is the link to the forum that i moved this story to: http://www.fanpop.com/spots/the-heroes-of-olympus/forum/post/162817/title/camp-half-bloods-blogs

Nemisis this is really cool

JosephineSilver Yeah, Nemisis, I agree. This is really cool. (Is it conceited if I say that?) Any way, for those of you who don not know, I moved this story to a forum of the same name. Link 2 comments above.

percyjackson25 Post best forum eva! Cake!

JosephineSilver hey, percyjackson25. welcome to my story. unfortunately, this article is discontinued. fortunately, this story is still going strong on a forum by the name of JosephineSilver's Heroes of Olympus. For the link, look up^^^^.