Chemtrails Over The Country Club J.G.

THE LOST HERO

My name is Charlotte Jackson, though no one really calls me that. My family calls me Charlie. My friends call me Lottie. And by best friend used to call me Lots, before she died. But almost everyone calls me Percy Jackson's Sister.

I didn't want to be a halfblood, and I certainly didn't want to be the forgotten child of Poseidon, but people don't choose factors like that they just have to deal with them. My brother's missing. I don't have a clue where he is, but I'm going to find him. I can't let him die with the last time I saw him we fought. As soon as we found out he was missing, I had to go home. I had to be there for our mother. I was completely drained by 9 PM in every way possible. I was so tired, it should have been an AMAZING sleep, but then the nightmares came.

Everything was black. I was in an endless abyss. I walked for what felt like hours. I didn't know what I was looking for, or who I was looking for, but I knew there was something in the dark. As I went, smoke rolled towards me and throughout the abysmal space.

"Charlotte Jackson," a familiar voice echoed around me. "How I've missed you."

"Who are you?" I yelled.

"Oh, my dear, you know me. You have known me for many years, but I am more intrigued by you." she spoke. "You, my dear, are my warrior. One of my Champions. Because of this, you must go to camp today. I know, I know you just got home, but you must go back or else I shall make you."

Then I woke up. I looked over at my clock, 5 AM. I don't think i'm going back to bed anytime soon, so I packed my bag for camp. I don't want to go. My mother needs me here. With Percy missing, she's a mess. I would be too, but both of us can't me a mess, someone's got to be able to calm the other. Paul is also very helpful, but he doesn't know Percy like us.

I pack my things. I don't know how long I'll be gone, so always pack for a long trip. It's winter -almost Christmas- but you still have to pack for every weather. Jeans, sweatpants, hoodies, t-shirts, tank tops, shorts, and an extra pair of sneakers or two. I wear a pair of straight jeans and my camp shirt. It's only been an hour.

I make myself a cup of tea. I made myself tea at least once a day when I was home. Looking at my large collection, the only thing I could think of was the Fourth of July when we were 10. Percy filled a bathtub, specifically the one that Smelly Gabe always used when he'd take his VERY RARE baths, and dumped a bunch of my tea into it. Mom thought it was hilarious. I cried. I usually cried at Percy's pranks or antics when we were little.

"What're you doing up so early, Char? And why are you all ready? It's only 6." My mother wondered as she walked in. My Mother, Sally, was a beautiful woman. In both body and soul. When I was younger, my mother's friends always said I looked more like mom than Percy. The highest compliment I'd ever received.

"I had a dream." I told her. She knew what that meant immediately. Raising two Demigod kids, a woman learns about all of the weird things that entails pretty quickly.

"Oh. About what?" She questioned.

"I have to go to camp. Now." I told her, "A weird mist told me. If I don't go willingly, she'll just take me and put me there."

"Well then, guess I'll drive you up to Long Island this morning." Mom said with a smile on her face. I could tell she wanted to cry. She was trying so hard to be strong, but I could see right through it.

"I'm ready when you are, mom. Sorry I have to go."

"It's ok, Char. I understand. Just be safe, no matter what." She urged.

"Of course." I answered her as I dawned a black jacket overtop my shirt.

"When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night with your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife.