Hollie's POV—

I scramble away from the broken ice as fast as possible, and almost faint in relief as I touch the earth again, able to see, sort of.

I get back to my cabin as soon as possible, just wanting to get away from all that shiz. As I step inside, I wonder how in the gods names am I gonna do this? Not that I need help—and I don't. Ever. But I don't exactly know what the heck I'll be doing. My brothers and sisters all went home for Christmas, leaving me—the freaking blind chick—alone to do all this Holiday crap by myself.

I had wanted to go home for Christmas, but my mortal parents think I'd drowned, so...I have to stay at camp. It's a bummer really, but I don't have as many people here at camp that make fun of me for being blind, because blindness seems like a weakness, but it just gave me a Sixth Sense, sort of.

Nobody gets what it's like for me—not even Will, that—what's the word? Wannabe Prince Charming? Not even he gets me. I sigh, actually wishing he was here to help decorate. I could use another set of eyes, not hands to help.

Suddenly, I hear a light whistling through the air, and duck to the ground. An arrow, I assume, hits the wood on the side of the cabin, and I shout, "You have to try harder than that!"

I stand up, then place my hands over the door of the cabin, twisting open the handle. I walk over the foundation, and sigh in relief of how they decorated the cabin. There's no real floor on the inside, just the dirt on the ground, as Demeter's an earth goddess, so they didn't feel right about covering her up.

I find my self—for some reason—thinking about AJ and that girl, Eme. Even though I couldn't see either of them, I could feel the chemistry radiating from them, the sparks in the air when they had stood around each other—at least, until she'd gotten possessed.

All I really, truly want is to be able to talk to people, but no. I just suck it up, and that is what I'm going to do about decorating.

I don't need no one to help me, because that will just prove to people I'm weak. No, I'm strong and independent. I walk over to a closet I think, and close my fingers around a metal ladder, walking outside—after clumsily bouncing the ladder into the door-frame.

I prop it up on what I guess is the roof, and take one foot off the ground, putting it on the ladder. I hoist myself up off the ground, and instantly I can't feel the earth under me, leaving me in the dark—quite literally. I slowly start to climb up, not too fast. I can feel the ladder shaking under me, but don't consider that too much.

I can just feel my hands closing around the gutter of the cabin, touching the grass roof, when things take a turn for the worst.

The ladder finally gives under me, and clatters to the ground, leaving me dangling from the gutter, breathing heavily.

I lose my grip on the ladder, and hear someone scream my name, when I regain my bearings, thrusting my hands towards the air. A thick grass vine extends down from the roof, and I grab onto it, and it lowers me to the ground ever so slowly.

I lay down on the ground, breathing heavily and sigh in relief.

I grumble, "I'm just gonna go see what Short Straw is up to, I guess."

I had Taylor Swift's Speak Now playing the entire time while writing this... O.o It helps me write a lot, for some reason lol.