"Cal! Hurry! You have to make it!" A boy with shaggy black hair was about a hundred feet in front of her, tearfully petrified eyes trained on her running form, pleading with her to hurry. But from what? Calliope had no idea, other than the presence she felt behind her. Without looking, she knew it was something big and bad from the way its feet pounded against the fissured black rock that served as the ground and it's scorching, heavy breathing on the back of her neck.
"Run! Get help! I can't make it! He's too strong! Get Chiron!" The words tumbled from her mouth before she could even think. Why would she be asking for the trainer of demigods in the Greek myths? He wasn't real. Was he?
"I'm not leaving you! Run! Please! You can make it!" He sounded so hurt, so resolute that he couldn't leave her, though she could now see a large, gaping, endless pit separating them, with only a slim, flimsy bridge of the strange black ground going across the middle, connecting the two sides. He was on the side opposite her. She could feel the need to get to him, wanting, needing to be beside him, always.
Who was this boy? The only boy to make her feel like this? What did he want? Well, that much was obvious. He wanted her to get across the bridge without dying. Calliope got the feeling he'd been helping her through something, she just wasn't sure what. And she hated not knowing. She always knew what was happening around her, and not knowing made her feel useless and worried. What was she even doing in this dank dark rocky place? It looked like the Greek Underworld! Why was there a monster chasing her, obviously out for her blood, and possibly the boy's too? What was the thing that was chasing her?
"Hurry! Typhon's almost caught up! Please, please make it. I can't live without you Calli!" Typhon!?!? Was that what was chasing her? Now she knew she had no chance, if this was real. What was with all the Greek stuff? Oh well, she'd play along a little while more, this was kinda her dream, being in the Greek myths and finding someone to be with. Well, since this was Greek mythology, Typhon had almost defeated the Greek gods! How could she, a measly human, stop him?
She stared at the boy in front of her, apologizing with her eyes. He caught the meaning, screaming "NO!" as she turned to face the monster, drawing two sickle blades from the scabbard at her waist. The last thing she knew was the fiery roaring of Typhon, the screaming of the boy, and falling, burning more with each moment she was freefalling. And Typhon's loud, horrible, screechy voice,"Goodbye, goddess." Before the world went black.
Hey. OK guys, this is my first PJO fanfic, and my second total fanfic. I take constructive critisism, but if you flame me, expect to get a flame back. This is a dream of Calliope's, just for people who were confused about that. Please, please, please give me ideas. I have the first three chapters done, and I'll try to update quickly, but I want your honest opinions. From what you read in the first three chapters, should I continue this story? You know what to do...push the little button! You know you want to! =)