Okay, so I'm really sorry I haven't updated for 3 weeks, but I've been really busy and this is a lot longer than the others, so enjoy!

After an extremely restful 10 hours of deep, dreamless, sleep (surprising, right?), I sat down to breakfast. Everyone turned to me. Not surprising, since I had only talked to Leo, Carter, Liz, and Percy (barely). I introduced myself and pretty much explained why we were going to someplace as out-of-the-way as Roseville, Virginia. I looked over at Liz at the mention of Alex, and not surprisingly, she had that 'don't-show-your-feelings' look.

Liz finally broke the silence that followed the explanation. "Alright, well, looks like we're almost at our destination, right?"

"Mhm," I agreed. "Just about five more minutes. Is there a plan, Lizzy?" if there's anything she's taught me, it's that you shouldn't go blindly in to something. You always need a plan. And a 2nd, 3rd, and 4th plan, as back-up. Actually, never mind that about being the only thing she's taught me, she's taught be a lot.

"Well, I'm assuming we can't just waltz into the most secure school in the world, so...hm, here's what I was thinking." We all leaned in and she whispered the plan. Ooh, was it going to be fun!

As we stood in front of the school, I could barely contain my excitement. I've been wanting to come here for years and I finally get the chance, even if it isn't the way I imagined it.

"Well, Kane, you ready?" Liz asked.

"Mhm. L'men." I guess that was a sort of spell (not Harry Potter, of course. Unfortunately) because immediately after he said it, we all became shadows, invisible to all mortals. All mortals except for me, of course.

"Levesque?"

"Ready." She concentrated for a moment, then formed a Mist-path that apparently lead to the headmistresses' office.

"Zhang, Valdez, and Jackson?" In response they drew their weapons and guarded the rest of us, encircling us in a circle of pure awesome and butt-kicking weaponry and demigods.

"O'Meara?"

"I'm ready to lead them if you are," I said back, now unable to keep a huge grin from spreading across my face.

We made it in without too much trouble. Of course, the magic bubble kept sparking, Liz and I occasionally took a few wrong turns, Percy kept trying to talk to Frank (even though the bubble wasn't necessarily soundproof), and, predictably, Leo tried to flirt with every 12th grade girl we came across. I say tried because he would have succeeded if Liz or I (usually both) hadn't been there to pull him away, punch him, cover his moth, and tell him to shut up and keep quiet (yes, I realize that's redundant).

Eventually, we appeared just outside of the office. I couldn't help but gape in awe at the incredible castle-mansion-building which was a school.

"Who the bloody heck are you and how did you get in here???" said a woman, about 24, with dark shin and black hair.

I was about to shriek because I realized it was none other than Rebecca "Bex" Baxter, the amazing MI6 agent who was right up there with 007, when Percy stepped forward and, with an incredible amount of politeness and formality, "said, "Amazing security system, Ms. Baxter (is that correct?). But I think our first order of business ought to be magic-proofing this place."

A man appeared, about the same age as Bex, who could only be Zachary Goode. His brown hair and eyes, along with the fact that he was the only guy who was the right age, other than Josh Abrams, who this guy obviously wasn't. "Calm down, Bex. I'm sure these kids will explain themselves," I saw everyone glare at the word kids, "under the influence of some of Ms. Sutton's truth serum and separate interrogation rooms, of course."

Frank stepped up and shook his head. With the commanding aura of a child of Mars, he said, "Look, we didn't mean any trouble. Take us into separate rooms. Drug us, but our stories will match. The redhead here is our leader," he finished, gesturing at Liz.

Then Cammie, with her dirty blonde hair and happiness glowing in her eyes, came out from behind Zach. I knew that it must have taken a lot to make them that way. I knew it because I see it every time I look in a mirror. "Well, alright," she said. "By the way, this is Bex and ach, and I'm Cammie." She surveyed us, taking in everything from my torn clothes to Percy's, Frank's, and Leo's weapons. "Are you going to introduce yourselves?" she finally asked.

Liz cleared her throat and began the introductions. "This is Frank, Hazel, Percy, Leo, Abigail, and Carter, and I am Liz." She pointed to each of us in turn. "We are demigods, and well, Carter is a magician. If you don't believe us, drug us. You'll get the same story.

Cammie, who was obviously the headmistress (she did have a nametag on that said Headmistress Morgan), shrugged in response. "Okay. Just want you to know that this stuff is like truth serum, only stronger, so you'll probably pass out after we've exhausted the use of each dose."

"Thanks for the warning, Cammie..." Leo muttered.

"Shh!" I whispered, punching him in the arm yet again.

He continued, "If you guys weren't spies, I wouldn't be so motivated and would just walk right back out."

"Walking in is the easy part Mr." Cammie gave him a long look. "Your interrogation rooms and truth serum shots are waiting for you."

We were lead to a hallway with several doors, one for each of us. I stepped into one, as Liz did the same next to me. In there, a woman was waiting for me. Her hair, long and dark, was swept over one shoulder. I was immediately jealous, as I'd always wanted dark hair, not this...pale abomination that I was stuck with. I'll never stop hearing those idiotic 'dumb blonde' jokes for as long as I live.

Her stunning green eyes gleamed with excitement as she pulled a syringe filled with liquid. "You ready, Blondie?" I clenched my hands into fists and tried to control the blood flooding into my face. No luck. "Okay, I get it. No need for extremes, otherwise I'll just end up having to kill you." I must've had a look of pure terror on my face because she laughed, loudly. "Joking, joking. But seriously, are you ready? I'm Agent Abigail Cameron, by the way."

"Yeah, I'm ready." And with that she stabbed the syringe into my arm. I flinched REALLY hard, like with all needles, not because of the pain but more because of the shock and anticipation of the non-existent pain. Immediately my thoughts became more jumbled than normal (believe me, that's hard to do).

"Well lets' get stared then," she said, rubbing her hands together. It was slightly alarming. "Name?"

"Abigail O'Meara," I replied, wincing at how my 'Rs' became 'Ws' again, as if I had never gone to speech.

"Another Abigail, huh? Bet you aren't as awesome as I am though. Hometown?"

"Um, well I've been a lot of places, but Novi, Michigan."

She eventually managed to pull the whole story from me, starting on the 1st day of 8th grade to Alex to running away, to ending up in Reading, making sure to add plenty of Abigail jokes.

She closely listened, writing everything down, then summarized it by saying, "so you realized your friend wasn't dead, so you ran all the way from Michigan to Pennsylvania?"

"Well...yeah."

"Okay now, you're about to pass out any moment, but someone will be back in a few hours to test you again." I meant to say "okay," but as soon as she finished her sentence, I was out like a light.

I dreamt, once again, about me spouting out the prophecy that began "The ancient lands..." As it was replaying in my mind, I realized something: the closer I got to something from a dream actually happening, the more frequently I had that dream. Leading up to Liz almost dying (with the Minotaur), the dreams of it became closer and closer together, always leaving off when the door was opened (by future-me). Well, this was twice that I've had it. I wonder when, or if it will become fact.

In the real world I heard a door creak slightly as if it were being opened. My eyes flew open to see a petite blonde girl who couldn't' have been much taller than me. Her big blue eyes shone with curiosity, even though she must have been Cammie's age. She ran into the table next to my chair and kind of squealed while saying, "Oopsy daisy."

My eyes widened even more as understanding flowed into my mind. "Liz! I mean, um, are you Ms. Sutton?"

"Well, yes, but why are you up already? The serum should've kept you knocked out for a couple more hours."

Yeah, sorry about that. I'm a light sleeper and I heard you open the do—wait, did you say hours?"

"It normally knocks you out for 4-6 hours, and it's only been 3." Her tiny face was scrunched up in worry. Worry, I realized, that she might not be good enough.

"I swear I didn't do anything to it. I'm just a light sleeper," I repeated.

"Okay. Well, since you're up now, I guess we'll just do the test now."

"Okay. I'm ready."

"Good," she said, stabbing me in the arm, the other one this time. "Now, were not going to do the exact t=same thing, it would be futile. I wouldn't find out anything new, I just want to know your life, your whole life before the beginning of your 8th grade year, okay?"

"Okay." I explained moving previously, my approaching move at the end of the year, and my dreams (life dreams and sleep-dreams).

"Good," she said after I finished. "Well, I'll just wait in here until you wake up, to see what happens."

This time I dreamt about Liz dying, the one that I had before it happened. This time, though, I wasn't just there, I was completely reliving the experience, with no way of knowing that it was just a dream and had actually already happened. This time was worse for some reason, increasing the noise, fear, and most of all, the feeling of helpless panic and hopeless abandonment.

I woke up again to Ms. Sutton, except this time sh3e was lightly shaking me, obviously trying to wake me from the nightmare, which had completely drained me emotionally.

"I'm-I'm okay," I managed to stammer shakily.

"It's been a few hours, so now-"

I'm not sure what she was going to say, because she was cut off by a wild Percy running in and dragging me into another room, this one with a picture of what looked like Liz as an 11-year old.

"I'll go get her!" I yelled to Percy and ran to her interrogation room to find the rest of the questers already there.

"Zach's in there with her, Ms. Sutton said. "He's waking her up now."

Ignoring the protests coming from Cammie and Ms. Sutton, I reached towards the door handle and pushed it open.

Cammie looked from Liz to Ms. Sutton before saying hesitantly, "Uh, Liz...this is my good friend and colleague...Liz Sutton. I see now this is going to be an issue..."

"At least Ms. Sutton didn't interrogate Liz like Agent Cameron interrogated me. That was weird," I said fervently.

"Hey other Liz," Liz (Jackson) said. "'Sup Abigail. Cammie, I was told something was wrong with; my brother so I suggest you take me to him!"

We followed Cammie back to where Percy was still staring at the picture.

Liz asked Cammie nervously, "Cammie, why does the Gallagher Academy have this picture? Tell me!"

"We always keep a picture of the Circle's next targets. But, you can't be her. That picture is three yours old and you're seven years older than that photo. Besides, Elizabeth Nicole Noel died in a fire. Our trainee Alex was protecting her at the time and losing her has scarred him terribly."

"Not enough apparently," I muttered under my breath.

"They say the fire incinerated my body. That's their excuse for all the ashes and why they never found me because that's what your puny mortal minds can comprehend." I gasped, I wouldn't have necessarily used to words 'puny mortal minds' when referring to a group of spy geniuses. "And of course you spies believe the fire was started by the Circle. Let me tell you! You're right, except I didn't die." Wow, she was really tense. I've never heard her sound this angry before. "A boy named Jason Grace, son of Jupiter, flew downs and then flew me up and my old friend Artemis change my age four years older and...the Circle wants me because I know things as I am a Seer."

A man with slightly gray hair and electric blue eyes, kinda like how I imagined Jason and Thalia's to be, was in the room too. He said, "If she's alive, someone should get Alex. We should celebrate at once. By the say, I'm Agent Townsend, formerly of Her Majesty's Secret Service."

"No!" Liz yell3ed, startling everyone in the room. "If you tell him you could...shred the fabric of reality for him, tear through the mist! As far as he is to be concerned, I am Liz Jackson, daughter of Poseidon, and the Seer of this generation. He cannot ever know my true identity.

Ms. Sutton asked in her quiet voice, "Why can't he? He is heartbroken at your death. I think he deserves to be at peace."

I couldn't help myself this time and said, a little louder than I normally would have, ""He seemed at peace the last time I saw him. Of course," I added as an afterthought, "he also said I needed psychological help, so maybe he was being a little rash and not so peaceful."

Then Agent Cameron walking in and said, "You must be their leader." She gesture to Liz and continued, "I'M Abigail Cameron-Townsend. We decided for Operation purposes I would hyphenate instead of changing my last name completely." After she introduced herself she walked over to Agent Townsend's side and winked at him.

"Uh, two Liz's, two Abigails... This just got interesting," Leo realized. "Here's the system: my Liz, we'll call her Ms. Jackson and call your Liz Ms. Sutton. And our Abigail we'll call be her full name and your Abigail we'll call by Abby.

Zach must have been thinking along the same lines as me, because he remarked, "Why is Ms. Jackson your Liz but Abigail is all of yours?"

 His green eyes were sparkling as Leo flushed a deep pink.

"I slipped me tongue," he countered sharply. "She isn't MY Liz. She's her own Liza and no one would live long enough to own her," he said, clenching his teeth.

'Aww,' I thought. 'That's so sweet! But true, she would never allow someone to take control of her like others have done.'

I was brought back to reality by Liz, er, Ms. Jackson, saying, "Anyways, we figure we're going to need to stay here for...oh, a week or so. Figure we might need to prove ourselves Gallagher Girls and Blackthorne Boys-worth." I thought that being a Blackthorne Boy might not be the greatest ambition considering their past, but I still couldn't contain my excitement at being a Gallagher Girl.

"Alright," Cammie agreed. "You'll start with the seventh graders' schedule in them morning. Bex, why don't you show them to their rooms?

Bex directed us to our room thankfully a nice ivory color, then went off to show the boys their room. We got unpacked, then hazel started sketching and Liz left the room to go to the headmistress's office. I watched Hazel for a little bit, it was quite good, then fell asleep, excited for the next day.