Magic upon Magic: To San Francisco

He tells me everything about Camp Jupiter and how he had been in there for many years. He escaped because he knew he had never fit. He was now well known and hated. His eyes filled with tears when he said that he lived a hard life until a satyr came around. It must of been hard for him.I toyed with my curls, tugging on them as he tells me everything. I try to listen carefully, but I eventually fall asleep though. (Dur!)

I feel a bit hazy, spots dancing around me. I shake them away as they scatter. I hear someone talk. It sounds slightly scared, for as I crept forward, the image looked a bit troubled and had fear in it's eyes, I observe."Child, our forms are colliding." Hecate appears, holding her torches. The form flickers again. Three bodies form and flicker back to place. Before, there was a woman with blonde hair and she became more warlike. I shake myself from my thoughts as she continues. "You must hurry. You do not have much time." I ask her, "Why won't Lou do it?" Hecate hesitates at this thought. "Ah, Lou is not, ah, suitable for this one, for her qualities are different than yours, and it seemed to fit the quest more." I rewind this through my head, thinking hard. "The bane of magic is coming close again. The child of Pluto, Hazel if  I remember correctly, helped prevent the bane of magic, but it is at stake once again. Hurry!" I try to nod my head, but it feels stiff. Hecate holds out a hand, and I take it. It feels delicate and light. It feels like, heaven.The dream changes...

The picture is set: Camp Half-Blood. I am in my cabin, well, the dream me. Lou is there, trying to do something but seems to be failing every time. She tries it again, but failing each time. Exasperated from trying so much, she sits down on her bed.  Hecate appears on my side, ( I had forgotten that she held my hand to lead me to the next dream. The hand seemed to disappear...)explaining what is 
happening. "Magic is slowly becoming out of reach for my children and the magic itself is slowly coming towards Roman magic." Again, the form flickers. "My form is unstable, for the close bane of 
magic is making me unstable." I look helplessly at Lou, who is trying to force magic from her, but 
fails. "Follow me." Hecate says, motioning with one of her torches.

The picture changes scene, and I see a beach in Flordia. "What are we doing here?" I ask my mother, 
puzzled. Hecate does not speak, but merely motions the scene. A telekine emerges from a far end of 
the strech of the beach, destroying everything in it's path. Tourists scream and run. I continue with the scene, watching the telekine kill a poor little boy. His mother cries in pain for the loss of her son. Hecate finally speaks. "The Mist is becoming more unstable, for mortals who cannot see through the Mist can see through and see monsters roaming the land."  My haziness takes me over and I feel like I am falling through a portal to nowhere. I feel like I am continuing to fall, but Hecate rescues me. "Wake up, child! We are not done yet." Her voice suddenly sounds more businesslike and says, "You must go to San Francisco and look for a child of Trivia, who is my Roman form, and they will accompany you along your quest. "But-but-" I stutter, but she holds up a hand, saying, "Yes, child, I know that you are breaking an Ancient Law, but the Gods have allowed an exception for the fate of 
the bane of magic. Remember, chose the one that would seem most wise, and let them go along with 
you to make a final stand. You will tell when you feel the magic surging within you most. Watch out for Reyna, for she is very fierce and could, ah, kick you out from the Camp. Good luck." Hecate disappears. I think about what she had said. (I know, I am thinking while I am dreaming. I guess that's demigods.) We, as in Elaina, Jackson, and me have to travel across the whole country and basically guess where we will make our last stand. Another voice interrupts my thoughts as they shatter like glass. "Lo'Reena, Lo'Reena, Lo'Reena, wake up!"

"Whoa." I say, waking up from the dream. Elaina is right next to me, sitting on her side of the bed as I try to prop myself up from my vision.  "Lay down." Elaina says, pushing me down on to the bed. I groan as I obey her movements. Jackson is snoring away. I let out a small giggle as he snorts loudly while muttering, "Come back you fool!" Elaina even holds a grudging smile; she looked tired. "You were thrashing and muttering in your sleep last night. It kept me up for hours." I finally notice Elaina's face: Tired eyes, with bags under them and a bit of a saggy face, but she manages to give me a smile. I lay down and stare at the plain ceiling. It was so, so, white. It made my head hurt with a headache. Ow. Jackson finally wakes up, muttering, "I was sure that Kai had stolen Kasey's knife..." He fell back and closed his eyes again. Both of us giggle as Jackson lazily falls back asleep. "Let me handle it." Elaina says as I stand up to wake Jackson. "Hem, hem. "JACKSON! WAKE UP, SLEEPYHEAD! YOU JUST SLEPT THROUGH AN AWESOME PRANK WITH THE APHRODITE KIDS: THE FAMOUS STOLL BROTHER'S 'THE GOLDEN MANGO!' IT WAS AWESOME! APHRODITE KIDS WERE GOING EVEN MORE NUTS THAN EVER! THE CABIN WAS PRACTICALLY DESTROYED AND CHIRON DIDN'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT IT!" Elaina catches her breath as I chuckle. Jackson perks up immediately, eager to see the prank. "Wha? What did I miss?" He looks around, scanning for the Aphrodite cabin, trying to find the destruction of the cabin gleefully, but no such luck. "Oops, my mistake." Elaina singsongs. "I'll get you." Jackson says. Elaina laughs as Jackson wakes up and gets ready. Her brunette hair is in a fine French braid, mine is still curly and I have spent 10 to 20 minutes trying to brush it when I had felt better. Nothing until I had tried for 45 long minutes. Talk about long! I am whereing the specail shirt bearing the Camp Half-Blood logo. Jackson struggles into his. Elaina talks quickly and quietly. "What happened in your dream?" I answer, watching out for Jackson, who was now trying to slick his hair into his usual hairstyle. "Where's the special hair gel that I use?!" He asks us through the bathroom, outraged, and comes storming out, hair messed up as if it was messed around with for experiments, which in other words it was. He curses in Ancient Greek, frowning and grumbling. "Where did you put it?" He asks Elaina, cornering her, still suspecting her from her prank. Elaina looked innocent and said, "Try your bag." As Jackson checked, she muttered, "Dur!" I laughed as Jackson through up his hands and gave up. He mutters as I overhear him with all my might, "I'll just leave my hair like this then." And flattens his hair. My polecat chitters up, suddenly appearing. "Ah!" I scream as she climbs on there. "Oh, it's you." I allow her to climb there. "No pets allowed when we walk out. Meet us at the entrance." The polecat nods and climbs out the window, scurrying to the bottom. Jackson walks out, hair finally slicked back as normal. "Guess where I found it?" He answers without us answering. "In the cabinet bathroom!" I sigh and roll my eyes. "Come on. Let's go. It's getting late." We hurry down to breakfast. Mm. Scrambled eggs, bacon, waffles, and hash browns. Yum. We stuff ourselves and sneak some for ourselves. We finish packing as the elevator reaches our floor, and we hurry out. My polecat is already waiting for us, as if to say, "What took you so long?!" I reply as she climbs onto my shoulder. "We had to pack, wake up Jackson, (Jackson frowns at that one.) find his "hair gel", eat breakfast, oh, I have yours." I hand her some food, which she gobbles up hungrily. We all chuckle as she says "What?" Cars blurred by as I checked the map, trying to locate our location. Right now, we are close to the end of New York. I stated the direction we go to. Elaina looks over my calculations. "If we're going to San Francisco, then we head.... Southwest, I think, according to the map." She continues muttering to herself. She furrows her eyebrow, apparently thinking very deeply. That's the Athena kid. We wait for her. My polecat starts getting impatient. "Just a little longer." I murmur to her, and she chitters indignantly. "No! Don't do that! No, you can't bite her. Yes, she's a good person. What?! I didn't mean good to eat!" I stop the polecat. "Stop. She is not here to bite." The polecat stops fighting against my tight grip. She gives up. Elaina stops muttering. "Okay. Jackson, call a taxi to lead us out of New York. If I'm correct, we'll have to pay about, um, $35 or something. Jackson, for Di Immortales sake!" Jackson mutters, "Well, I'm trying to find a cheap taxi so that we will pay less." We wait as Jackson catches a taxi. "To the edge of New York, please." I say to the cab driver. "$30 please." We handed him a $20 bill with a $10 one. He excepts the money and starts up the engine. We are off to San Francisco.