Hello, little midgets! Sorry I didn't update yesterday. My mom filled my schedule till 10:00. Seriously, she says she likes the phone case I made her, yet she doesn't use it!

That was random . . .

Anyways, I now present to you, this chappie!

READ ON, MY LITTLE MIDGETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Percy POV

I hate dreams. They suck. They make you think you're gonna die. They make you think that everyone is gonna die.

Now, if you're a normal mortal reading this, be glad. I bet you love your pillow right now.

Anyways, I was having a dream. Lemme tell you.

First, I was on a battlefield. People were dying. My friends, people I didn't know, and monsters. I was trying to help, but I felt like I was hit with the body-bind curse. I couldn't move, talk, and I could barely breathe. My sword felt like it was made of lead. That is to say, it was heavy.

Then, when all the people were dead, Sylvia's voice boomed out of nowhere, "Is this how you'll be in this war, Perseus Jackson? Helpless?"

No, I thought, as I struggled to lift my sword. Suddenly, I could move again. My sword felt normal. I could breathe normally. I lunged out of my place, determined not to get frozen again, but my dream shifted.

This time, I was falling. To where, I don't know, but I was falling in a hole that was definitely not Tartarus. This one was lit with a purple glow.

I  was seeing what might happen to others if we lost. Annabeth was getting tortured. Jason and Piper were trudging along the Phlegethon. Leo and Calypso were driven mad. Hazel was sustained in a cloud, with invisible chains holding her. Frank was surrounded by fire. Nico and Bianca were being forced to watch people say they hate them, and ultimately, getting driven insane by hatred toward them. Harry was being forced to fight Voldemort for all eternity. Ron was in a room full of gigantic spiders. Hermione was getting tortured by this crazy-looking lady with pale skin and frizzy, black hair. I don't even want to describe those torture scenes. Leila was stuck fighting a horde of those monsters that Sylvia made over and over again. As she killed them, she saw a scene of her death flash before her eyes, and for the first time, I saw fear on her face. Will was being forced to heal hundreds of people. The catch was, he forgot about his healing powers. As the people died, they accused him of their deaths. Ginny was being tortured by Sylvia herself.

I was forced to watch them throughout the night. That was enough torture for me. Then, I felt myself getting shaken awake.

Daylight streamed through the tent and into my eyes. I sat up groggily, and looked at Annabeth, who was looking at me with a worried look.

"How badly did I sleep?" I asked.

She replied, "You looked like you were going to have a seizure. You were shaking and your skin was pale. Percy, what did you dream?"

I looked around, and behind Annabeth, I noticed how many people were behind her. Well, I didn't count how many, but there were a lot.

"Tell you later," I told Annabeth. I got up and looked around. "Some privacy, please?"

The other people turned red and they shuffled out. Annabeth stayed, and she had her arms crossed. "Now, what was your dream?"

I gulped. There was no way I could evade this. If I lied, she would see right through it. And I couldn't stall. So unsteadily, I told her.

Annabeth's stern look dropped, and she looked worried again. "Percy, that can't be true. You know it can't."

I sighed. "I know, but-"

"No buts," Annabeth said, leaning forward to kiss me. "You've got another day of training."

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There you go! And I think that paragraph in the middle was like, three hundred words.

-da dam author