Argo III -The Next Generation

11 I AM A DEMIGOD! I AM INVISIBLE! I AM A - wait, is that a dragon?

Nope. I was hallucinating. This wasn't it. I closed my eyes and took a few deep-breaths. I was not going insane. I was hallucinating because of all that lack of sleep. Yes. I opened my eyes. NOPE, DEFINETELY NOT HALLUCINATING NOW.

Instead of screaming and pointlessly waking up a herd of angry and tired Athena folk, I fainted, because that seemed to be the only action that might prevent my brain for combusting completely.

I woke up – not in the comforting Apollo cabin surrounded by people who'll tell me it was all going to be alright but – inside the Athena cabin, on the same spot where I had dropped unconscious. Dim sunlight streamed in. It was, I think, 4:30 in the morning. I sat up. I didn't even dare to look into the mirror this time. I just got up and ran out of the cabin and made my way to the Bay Window (yes, in capitals. It's important enough for that).

To my surprise the window was also locked. Maybe Bell had predicted I might kick her out of bed at an early hour again. Nevertheless, I banged on the window. I shouted and yelled but the cabin seemed to be soundproof. Ugh, curse Bell and her elaborate plan to catch up on necessary sleep!

My next thought was to go to the Zeus cabin. I was just about to knock on the doors and scream at Andrew to come outside when electricity sparkled on the ornate bronze doors. The stupid git had electrified his doors for security. Ugh, curse Dew and his elaborate plan to catch up on necessary sleep!

I decided to go to Cabin #13, where Nico and Skye were currently residing. The cabin looked a whole lot different now. The black obsidian walls were plastered with stickers, confetti and sparkles now. The Greek fire that burned in the torches looked somehow more pleasant. Instead of being window-less, now it had 3 huge windows. Don't even ask me how she managed to do that.

'It's good to let sunlight inside the house,' she would have said. 'It gives good vibes!' She would have told Nico. And all the poor guy could do was grumble.

On the main door to the cabin, a series of frames of quotes hung, saying things like 'Look for the rainbow in every storm,' and 'Be a unicorn in a field of horses,' and 'GLITTER!'.

Seeing the cabin's pitiable condition, I decided it was better not to wake up an already-grouchy Nico di Angelo.

I passed the Poseidon cabin, but I didn't want to wake up and angry Nat either. I made my way to the beach. Where are friends when you need them? I'll just wait there until I die of shock or one of those idiots finally decides to help Mel Snicket. That's when I saw someone jogging across the shore. On a closer look, I saw it was Natasha. I knew she liked to keep fit, but jogging at this hour of the day? And here I was, eating mountains of candy.

"Natasha!" I called out to her. She froze and turned on her alert mode. She looked around. Her eyes crossed me like I was just another sea-shell on the beach. I flailed my arms around to capture her attention. I stomped on the sand. I even did the chicken-dance. Either she was very good at ignoring helpless teens at dawn, or my worst fear had been confirmed.

"You can't see me? What're you doing here at this hour?" I asked. She triangulated the sound and then aimed a karate-kick at where my head was. Thank God and my quick reflexes, I managed to duck in time.

"Dude, stop trying to karate-chop me! It's me! Melody Snicket! Genius of all times! Your friend!" I tried to say as she aimed for another kick. But then she stopped and looked uncertainly three-inches towards my right. "Mel?"

"Yeah! It's me! I need your help!"

"Why can't I see you?" She asked impotently.

"That's the thing – I found this package on my bed and it had this sweatshirt and – ohhh." Realization hit me.