prompt: dream
fandom: the heroes of olympus
word count: 115

It was normal to have future-telling dreams.

At least, for half-bloods.

Jason didn't usually have many of those dreams that made him wake up in cold sweat.

But tonight was different.

Images of him and the rest of the Seven flashed through his mind. They landed on a scene of Piper crying in a dark meadow with a storm overhead.

The image cracked.

They landed on a scene of Thalia getting stabbed by an Imperial gold sword.

The image blurred.

They landed on a scene of Percy and Annabeth getting electrocuted to death.

The image shattered.

All because of you, Jason Grace, son of Jupiter, king of Olympians and god of the sky.