The Pastel Pink Dove

Chapter 1- A Good Night's Sleep
Dawn Engel shot up from her bed. The cold night breeze difted through her room. She shivered, and got out of bed. She put on her slippers and decided to get a drink of water. The house was veiled with magic. She wasn't aware of that until she reached downstairs. Deep dark in the basement, a serpent like string of mist wrapped around her, squeezing her life, leaving nothing but a sparkly nightgown the belonged to the stars.

Cleo Belle was now in her bedroom. The air was cold for winter, but this was unbelievalbly cold. She felt a tug at her back. She then remembered Aphrodite's waords, "The coldest night, will be your next."

Cleo leaned against her bedpost, daring not to move. She got up from her bed finally, and closed the window. She then was mourning for the breeze that occasionally swept in. Cleo's family was probably one of the richest families in Queens, and therefore had the warmest temperature in the freezing winter. Cleo opened the window again. She spotted the stars. They formed a rectangle.

A warning signal, Cleo remembered from tacking at camp half blood. But who was trying to warn her? And why? Cleo thought to herself, and went back to bed. Perhaps another half blood was in danger like her last journey. It was 3 hours long. Her best friend Angeline Avery came along. They had succeeded.

Cleo leaned against her pillow, but couldn't sleep. Just then, a scream was sounded from downstairs.

Cleo's blood froze.

She knew that voice. It was the voice of Megan Belle, her step mother.