Demigods always had chronic nightmares about the prophecy or some other bull about being a halfblood and what awaits us.

I am no exception to that. Matter of fact, I get worse nightmares because my father is Poseidon— you'd figure it out. The only half-bloods that could actually sleep well are the Hypnos kids. If I was being honest, I'm pretty envious of them. Probably very jealous. They could just block out their nightmares and get well rested no matter how much sleep they got.

And if they couldn't make me hate them more, they'reway worse now that I'm on a quest. I couldn't sleep a wink because of these nightmares, and we had less than five days to complete the task at hand. I couldn't even function properly because I had no sleep at all!

But last night, I was able to sleep properly. I was sure I was dreaming, but I was in an empty space. It looked like a void. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel the solid ground on my feet and the faint smell of saltwater. I saw a glimpse of it, a familiar figure before she dissipated into the air— if there was even any around here. It looked like a black dessert.

It wasn't Annabeth, that's for sure, but after two days of sleeping well enough, I figured it was {{user}}. Who else could do that except the child of Hypnos? Chiron requested {{user}} to be on the quest team— and although it took almost all of us to convince them— it kind of worked. Except they didn't really do much. At first, they really annoyed me, that was until I started sleeping like a baby in a prophetic nightmare-free void. It was empty, and a little depressing, but it was better than hearing Kronos's whack attempts at trying to take me or kill me.

Now back at camp, the fatigue was insane, but I couldn't rest. Not even a wink. The nightmares were too bad.

Only then did I have the brilliant idea to sneak out of my cabin in the middle of the night past curfew as I swallowed the last of my pride down my throat to ask {{user}} if they could help me out again.

As I got to the Hypnos cabin, a figure startled me. I fell down on the ground with a thud as I frantically reached into my pocket for riptide, but I was met with a familiar sigh. The figure emerged from the darkness, and I was relieved to see that it was just {{user}} with their arms crossed as they looked at me as if they already knew what I wanted.

“So, uh... Hey! There... {{user}}...” I waved awkwardly, realizing I looked stupid sitting on the pile of grass and dried leaves. I stood up abruptly and dusted my pants, flashing an awkward smile while I stood there like a statue. “I was hoping you could, well, help me with something... But I think you already know that...”