a/n: I love the young gods art AND SHE LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!

that's all, as you were.

*You did it. And they all know. Good job. That was the first nudge to destiny*

There was nothing in the dream, just blackness with a faint magenta light. I swear if my dream is just this voic-.

*I never thought you'd be able to do it, but here you are killing people*

What.-WHAT killing?! I didn't kill him! 

I was starting to get angry at what or whoever this was.

*Oh please, a fall from that height and the lava! He is bound to die!* It laughed.

Who even are you? Or should I say what at this point?!

*Why Piper, what am I meant to say? A chupacabra?! I am the better version!* 

Wtf. What do you mean tHe bEtTeR vErSiOn?!! I swear this thing...

*THE BETTER VERSION OF YOU!* You could hear the smile in their voice.

No... I am me, I can't time travel, and don't kill people. Simple. 

Then the dream cleared.

I remembered the room I was in. I was in one of my dad's mansions. I was looking at myself in the mirror. I had no expression on but was leaning against the counter like I depended on it. The only light in the room was moonlight coming from a small window. There was a ripped image of Jason thrown on the floor.

In the reflection, only one half was lit up while the other was in the shadows. Then, the one in the light looked hurt, scared, and wide-eyed. But, the one in the shadows now looked unforgiving, nasty, but pleased. The dream focused on just the darker side.

When the voice spoke again the side of the face in the shadow's eyes' lit up with a magenta light. 

This time it spoke through my mouth from the reflection.

*I'm not someone trying to hurt you, but we are the same. And, if you chose this then I won't ever do things without your consent. I'll just help you become you. But if you don't, well... Let's just say not just Malcolm will die. How about? Your innocent mortal dad Tristan?*

No- Is Malcolm actually?

*Yes. He will pass in the morning, or might not last the night even. You got good blows!*

Nonononono, I didn't actually kill him. He was just hurt! It said it didn't know!

My mind was racing faster than I could comprehend.

*Also don't forget our deal about Tristan.... Or Leo if that's better?*

WHO ARE YOU.

*Wow, you really don't get it, do you? Piper Mclean, I am you. It's that simple.* She stated. No, I stated. 

Oh gods...

Time skip brought to you by:________________________

I woke up in a cold sweat. That dream was so short yet... 

Malcolm. 

NO, maybe it hasn't happened yet and I could still help?

I threw a sweater on and rushed to the infirmary. I didn't care if now wasn't a good time, it was my fault and I needed to help.

*Did you even feel bad?-*

SHUT UP! ENOUGH OF THE MIND GAMES!

*Fine. I'll be quiet, but don't forget. This is the first step, kill, and you're halfway there.*

I shook my head and continued running. There is time. It said halfway.

I saw that the lights were on and I quickly rapped on the door. After a few seconds, Will opened the door with a tired expression.

"Hey, Piper. What's going on?" He yawned. He had dark bags under his eyes showing that he was watching Malcolm all night.

"Do you need sleep?" I asked.

"Nah, Odysseus stayed up longer anyway."

"Doesn't make it ok," I responded.

"Fine, fine. I might need some but, what did you come for again?" SCHIST I almost forgot!

"Malcolm!" I whisper yelled.

"He won't make it!"

Will instantly woke up, and he realized I had a dream about it since it would be common for demigods (and the fact I was in pajamas in the middle of the night) He quickly went over and checked his pulse, lungs, and did an examination.

"You'll want to cover your eyes." He warned me.

Why would I, I don't know but... AH! That's why. My eyes adjusted.

His hands had started glowing as he moved them up and down the body before stopping on the burnt arm. He went rigid then ran to get supplies muttering ancient Greek curses.

"What's the problem?" I asked worrying about Malcolm.

Will seemed busy but still answered. "Turns out one of his main veins was burnt through and basically something is spreading through the blood. Probably something that was on the ground that had a poison in it. How did I not notice?!"

"You were tired and everything seemed fine from the outside."

But Will just rambled on, more to himself than me. But, I decided to let him work.

I gulped, let's hope it didn't spread too far.

------- a la medical skip--------------------------------------

It was the next morning and Annabeth was sitting next to Malcolm with her head in her hands. After hours of working and healing, Will had proclaimed he was alive, but in a critical condition. By that he means, he is hardly alive, but ok for now. Just sleeping.

"Piper, what happened?" Annabeth looked up. She wasn't crying but seemed hurt and confused.

I tried to explain what happened, but after learning the voice was me, I decided to keep it out. It didn't go too well, to say the least...

"I CAN'T LOSE ANOTHER PERSON! ESPICALLY NOT MY BROTHER!" Annabeth lashed out once I had explained. She now had a tear running down her cheek. We had moved outside to avoid disturbing the infirmary's people too much.

I didn't want to hurt Annabeth, but when I'm trying to explain that it was an accident and saying sorry, she doesn't listen, it can be slightly annoying. 

Part of me knew she was scared to lose him, another part of me was angry at her for pinning it just on me and not trying to see my side, and another side didn't want to lose her as my friend.

"Well I didn't mean even to do it but it still happened!!" I had snapped at her.

"Oh then you should learn how to control it otherwise you might accidentally hurt others!" Annabeth's tone rose.

'Control it...' I thought. Oh, how I would love to not hear this stupid voice.

Even though the voice IS me.

"I'M SORRY THAT. THAT HAPPENED I DIDN'T MEAN TO!" I yelled at her. "You think I want this?! I care about him and would never try to kill him. But if that's what you want to believe ok, I won't deal with it. But when I first arrived you started becoming one of my first friends but oh wElL, that doesn't matter! As long as you're ok ITS FINE" I quickly stopped myself after.

Why was I even thinking this?! Why did I say it? I never even thought of it! I was trying to think of Malcolm but I just saw my friend looking at me instead.

She looked hurt and dangerous. "No one hurts my family. I loved you like a friend and sister but... You didn't see how-" She said quietly.

She was interrupted by something we both dreaded.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

The beep. The sound the monitor has when he goes into critical or deadly condition.

a/n: kay, tbh this was kinda lazy and hardly makes sense so I SHALL EXPLAIN.

piper has no personality currently besides when she's talking to someone else because that inner voice will know everything and she doesn't want to associate with it. Hence not thinking that much. 

Why is annabeth behaving like this? find out in the next chapter but, maybe annabeth saw something piper is not aware of.

why do i call the voice the "voice", its easier. And why does it have more personality? cause yEs.

am i speeding this story too much in one chapter? idk you tell me.

leave suggestions for improvement or ideas please, stay lovely, butterflies.