Well, this is a lot less than a month. I was bored so I decided to start writing the sequel. For those of you that haven't read One Heart, have no fear. I explain everything that happened in the story. I hope I get alot of reviews because reviews are like cookies. They're good. :)

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It's been exactly one full day since I was dead. They told me I had to stay in the Sick Room for about six weeks or more. And by 'they' I mean Chiron, Annabeth, and Grover. Annabeth came in five minutes ago before breakfast and said she'd bring me back some food in around half an hour. But, honestly, just that five minutes felt like a day. Half an hour is gonna feel like forever. I'm starved.

I glanced over to the side, which by the way is very hard to do. I'm tellin' ya, I'm extremely immobile. It's unnatural.

So, anyway, I glanced over to my bedside table and eyed that one glass of orange juice.

Travis Stoll put it there for kicks. Yeah, well, once I can move again I'm gonna kick him in a place that should never be kicked.

The juice sat there taunting me. This is flat-out torture. I wish I had never died. Then this would've never happened. Life sucks.

I guess I'll catch you up. You probably are confused about the whole 'death' thing.

This minor god, Penthos, ordered a demigod to kill me. Obviously she was a demigod with no life. Well, Penthos is the god of grief and mourning and, lately, he hasn't felt all that powerful. Can you see where this is going?

The demigod, Joy or EG (I prefer EG---Eyeliner Girl), first killed Clarisse. We have all heard of Clarisse, right? How do I know this? It wasn't hard to locate EG and then Poseidon decided to have a little chat with her. I wasn't able to watch it but I did here a recap from Nico.

Apparently, EG wanted to get warmed up, so she decided she would just pick a random half-blood to kill. The random half-blood turned out to be Clarisse. Soon the entire camp knew about Clarisse being MIA. Connor Stoll found her and assumed a mortal had killed her, and so that's what the camp believed.

And then EG went after me. First, she confronted Thalia, Annabeth, and I about it, also threatening to watch our backs. At first, I didn't catch the hint. But my Wise Girl understood perfectly.

Annabeth found me dying in my cabin. She told me that she felt as if her heart had been ripped out of her chest and beaten. Yeah, well, my back felt as if it had been torn open and my body burned.

As I was in Elysium I ran into Nico. Well, actually I scared the living Hades out of him but that's beside the point. He later told me that he knew it wasn't my time to die because he didn't feel me dying. I mean, he always knows when someone dies. He had no clue that I was dead.

Since a god, minor or not, interfered, Fate was abruptly changed without warning. That abrupt change was the only reason I was still alive. Barely alive, but I'll take it.

So now I'm in the Torture Room. Oops, I'm sorry, Sick Room. Here's the reason why I'm lying in an uncomfortable bed, eyeing some orange juice, and waiting forever for my breakfast.

When I was a soul, I didn't control anything. I just floated and when I talked, murmurs came out. Of course, the other souls could understand me. But a normal person could not.

Everything was like a dream while I was dead. If you've ever remembered yourself in a dream, you'll understand what I'm talking about. You didn't really control anything, you just.. were. Confusing, I know.

Settling into my human body is going to take a while. My brain is like a newborn baby's. I can think like any average sixteen-and-a-half year old, but I could move like.. a rock. I couldn't move.

Amazingly, I could talk. If I tried really hard, I could move my eyes. But anything real physical was impossible at the moment.

It's been ten minutes since it was five minutes.. What else could there possibly be to talk about?

Umm, well, Annabeth never called my mom. When I wasn't alive I mean. My mom had no idea. Actually, she still doesn't. Chiron told me I should talk to her and Annabeth said she'd let me later. I wanted to tell Mom right away but Annabeth would have to be the dialer of the phone. So she decided when we called. Did I mention life sucks?

Can you imagine that? Okay, you have a son. A son who is a demigod. And since he is the beforementioned demigod, he must be sent to Camp. Therefore, he is not reachable except through the few IMs you are allowed to send him.

Your son dies.

How do you find this info out?

You don't.

Your son comes back to life.

How do you find this info out?

You don't.

I just realized something. Poor Mom.

Hmmm, it's been five more minutes now. I sure do want that orange juice. Maybe if I...

"Aaaahhh!!"

Quickly, I froze letting the pain ease off.

"That hurt." I muttered to myself. Really, Percy. I never would have guessed that.

I stared at the ceiling. I will not look at the orange juice. I will not look at the orange juice.

That's what I thought for the next ten minutes.

Annabeth stood at the door, a tray in her hands. "Knock, knock?"

Just to play along, I answered, "Who's there?"

She walked over to my little hospital bed and said, "Oh, you're girlfriend.. and some waffles, Coco Puffs, orange juice-"

"Orange juice!"

She laughed and lifted the glass off the tray and asked, "Want some?"

Before she lifted the glass to my mouth I said, sheepishly, "Could I drink that orange juice first?"

"What orange juice?"

I glanced at the orange juice on the table, hoping she was watching my eyes. Oh how I wish I could point. "That orange juice."

Annabeth stretched over me, letting her hair fall in my face. The familiar scent of lemons wafted around the room. She grabbed the glass and sat straight again. "Why this particular glass?"

I think I frowned. "It's been taunting me. Just sitting there. It knows I want it and I'm gonna get it."

She smiled in a you're-so-stupid way and let me drink the orange juice. I downed the glass in thirty seconds. I sighed. "Thank you."

She rolled her eyes and stuffed the waffles in my mouth. I swallowed with difficulty. "Can you put a little less in my mou-" She cut me off by stuffing some more waffles in. Soon, the waffles were gone and there was merely one tiny Coco Puff left.

She got up to dump the tray. "Wait!" I called.

She looked back at me. "What?"

"I want that last Coco Puff."

"That's great."

"As in give me that last Coco Puff."

"Not gonna happen."

"Excuse me?"

"I forgot to scrape something off as an offering to the gods, and this Coco Puff here is all that's left. I'll see you later, Seaweed Brain." She waved as she walked out the door and shut it silently.

I groaned. Six weeks of this? I think not.

"Grover!" I shouted. He'd let me do something. "Grover!"

No answer. Did they, like, make these walls soundproof?

I practically screamed, "Grover!!"

Mr. D burst in. "Would you, as the young people say, shut up!"

"Mr. D."

"Peter Johnson."

"It's Percy."

"It's Friday."

By now, everyone should know how much I dislike sarcastic adults.

And then a lightbulb flickered on. "It's Friday?"

Mr. D's smirk turned into a frown. "What are you thinking now?

"Capture the Flag. If it's Friday, then that means Capture the Flag is today."

Dionysus sighed. "It doesn't take a genius to figure that out. Oh, wait. That's why you figured it out!"

I chose to ignore him. It was safest. "Chiron said Athena and Apollo were leading because Ares didn't feel like playing."

"Really?" He muttered sarcastically.

"You should convince them to play."

Mr. D scowled. "Out of the question. I will not convince anyone to do anything. That was not part of the deal. I came here to direct, hence the name camp director. I did not come to convince or I would be called the camp convincer."

"Whatever." I looked up. "You can go now."

He frowned. "Actually, I can't. The campers are preparing for the game tonight so Chiron sent me here to entertain you. I was thinking pinochle." He fluffed the beige pillow on the chair next to me and pulled out the pinochle cards. I groaned. "Let me just shuffle these.. eh.. here we go. One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me." He continued to pass out the cards.

Could this god be any more stupid?

I can't move! What about that does he not understand?

"Are you gonna bet, Peter?"

"No."

"One hundred drachmas? Oh, you seem very confident. Do you even have one hundred drachmas?"

"No."

"Rich little boy, aren't you? You can make the first move."

"No."

"Ahh, laying down that card was bold." He said, referring to the card he pulled out of my deck. "I think this card is better, though."

He grabbed another card out of my deck. "You're playing good, Jackson. Very close to my level. You're probably in centaur range. Not very good but pretty good. Pretty good."

Dionysus continued to play pinochle with me. Well, actually, he was playing with himself. The game finally ended after one hour. Yes, one hour. Life really does suck. Or at least my life does.

"I can't believe you won, Pedro! This is your first time playing right?"

First of all, you played you. Not me. Second of all, this is my second time playing. And lastly, my name's Percy!!

Of course, I didn't actually say that. I would've been blasted to smithereens. Though, no one said anything about thinking.

One good thing did come out of that dreadful one hour. I was now one hundred drachmas richer.

I closed my eyes, attempting to sleep. But, Dionysus had other plans.

"So, what do you want to talk about?"

"Nothing."

"That's a start. Nothing is a common topic in conversing. Many scientists discuss 'nothing' frequently. Nothing is a strong word, eh? Saying "Oh, it was nothing." Or "It was filled with nothing." I mean, it had to be 'something.' And there was air in there? So, it was filled with something. Feels good proving mortals wrong. Doesn't it, Paulo?"

But, fortunately, I was already asleep. I dreamed that I was back at my mom's apartment. The room was dark, though. All the lights were out. It was quite freaky.

Then the TV turned on. The volume was down really low and I couldn't hear it, so I grabbed the remote control and turned it up a little.

The news reporter was saying, "I don't know, Frank. The tsunami came very unexpectedly. It gave no warning. Locals report that the weather was perfectly fine. It was as if the sea was angry at something. Or somebody." And it was completely dark again as the TV shut off on its own.

I woke up in a cold sweat. Normally, after waking from nightmares I shoot up and pant. Well, I was panting but I couldn't shoot up while my heart was racing. Oh right, can't move.

I was the only one in the room. I looked out of the one window on the left wall, looking out upon most of the camp. I saw demigods scattering in the woods. Must be time for Capture the Flag.

My legs ached from laying down so long. I wanted some ambrosia or some nectar. Where was Mr. D when you actually needed him?

My day could only get better, right? Then I thought about my dream.

Like the sea was mad at something. Or someone.

This can't be good.

A/N Yippee! I don't know why I said yippee.. I think I'm just happy. Writing always makes me happy. I tried to make this chapter kind of humorous. Might've only been funny to me though. But you can tell me in your reviews. Hehe..

All of my readers know what's coming up now..

Question (!!!): Do you watch Family Guy?

My Answer: I love Family Guy! What made me think of that was because my brother's nickname is Stewie from FG because his head's so wide. It's really not that wide, it's just a funny nickname. Stewie's so cool.. :)

Now review, cupcakes!!

~MHLL