Annabeth's POV
"YAHHHH!" Piper screamed at the top of her lungs.
We were fencing. So far, I was winning because obviously I had more practice. I've been in Camp Half-Blood since I was 7 years old. I've been trained by a centaur named Chiron ever since.
"Ha-ha," I teased. "You'll never beat the master."
"We'll see about that," Piper grinned.
Leo, Hazel, and Rachel were watching us. They cheered us on. Then all of a sudden, a blinding flash disrupted our sight, and we all fell to the ground.
…
I sat up with a start and I rubbed my forehead.
"Ugh," I groaned.
Wait. Where was I? I whipped my head around. There was a marble floor and a bunch of flights of marble windy stairs. A high ceiling was above me with a crystal chandelier hanging in the air. It shone brightly, a little too brightly.
I had to get out of this place. I walked around realizing there was a wet mop in my hand that was dripping all over the floor. I looked down at myself and saw I had a ragged brown dress with an apron over it. What?
I headed over to the double doors. Just as I reached the handle, I saw a beautiful woman floating down the staircase. Her shiny hair was pulled into a fishtail braid and she had a golden leaf wreath on her head. Her chiton was white and she had a shiny gold girdle on with golden Greek sandals. Honestly, she was striking. But she looked kind of familiar.
"Where do you think you are going?" she demanded.
Even her voice sounded familiar.
Then it hit me. "HERA?"
Hera smacked my face.
"OUCH!" I exclaimed. "What was that for?"
"Young lady," she scolded. "Since when did you call me by my first name? I may be named after a goddess but that does not mean you can call me that."
"But you are the goddess!" I argued.
Another blow to the face.
"I am not a goddess!" she denied. "I may look like one, obviously, but I am not!"
2 girls appeared by her side. "Yeah. She may look like one but she is not!" They echoed.
"Rachel?" I gasped at the frizzy red head in the sea green chiton. "Calypso?" I eyebrows knit together at the blonde in a violet chiton.
They both slapped me.
"It is Rashia," The one that looked like Rachel corrected.
"And Calypsella," The one that looked like Calypso corrected.
"Goodness Annarella," Hera shook her head. "What has gotten in to you?"
"Who's Annarella?" I questioned, confused.
One smack, two smacks, three smacks.
"YOU ARE ANNARELLA!" they all exclaimed.
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Piper's POV
My eyes flew open. A warty hand was gripping my wrist.
"EW!" I screeched at the long green fingers. "GET OFF ME YOU UGLY WARTY OLD WOMAN!"
She turned around and glared at me. Her face resembled Drew Tanaka's face.
"Drew?" I asked.
"Witch Tanaka," she growled as she corrected me.
I looked all around me. We were in a forest with tall trees and singing birds. The grass smelled fresh and a tiny pond sat near a very high tower.
When I looked behind me, I saw a trail of long brown hair. COMING FROM MY OWN HEAD! My choppy brown hair had grown out to be 60 feet long! I looked down at my feet and I was wearing purple flats with a golden design. My purple dress had puffed out short pink sleeves with a lacy neck. The dress came down to my ankles.
"Where are you taking me?" I demanded.
"To the tower," Witch Tanaka grumbled.
"What tower?" I asked.
"That tower," she mumbled pointing ahead at the tower that was about 55 feet long.
"Why?" I looked at her like she was crazy. Actually, she was crazy.
"To lock you from the world," she replied without a care.
"But I need my freedom!" I protested.
The witch didn't answer. She took me to the entrance and dragged me up a bunch of creaky wooden stairs.
"Stay," she ordered.
When she left the door, I heard her mumble a few words. Then the door disappeared. I peered out the window. The entrance to the tower was also gone. That's when I realized. I had turned into Rapunzel.
Leo's POV
I sat up in a bed with a quilt. Did I just have a dream about me watching Piper and Annabeth do fencing? Was Camp Half-Blood just a dream all along? Why was I not in the bed at the cabins or the bed at home? I was in a totally different bed. At home, my bedroom was painted red. This one wasn't painted at all. At camp, I slept with a bunch of other kids. Now, I was alone in a four poster bed.
"Jack-Leo," a voice from outside the room said.
In came a woman that looked like my mom. "Mom?" I asked.
"Oh, mom!" I exclaimed and wrapped my arms around her. "I thought you were dead!"
"What? I never died," my mom said confused.
"Yeah," I said. "In the fire."
"Jack-Leo?" my mom asked. "Are you okay?"
"Mom, you named me Leo," I pointed out. "Not Jack-Leo."
"Jack-Leo?" my mom put her hand to my forehead. "Have you gone insane?"
"That's what I was just about to ask you," I muttered.
"What, honey?" my mom asked.
"Nothing," I sighed.
I looked outside the window. There was a giant beanstalk in my way. Wait. JACK-Leo, beanstalk. It all made sense now. I was Jack in Jack and the Beanstalk.
