Blonde curls matted down with sweat and blood. Her blood. Red staining the walls of her blank, dull room. A room that used to be full of hope. Of dreams, of expectations. Of love. But not anymore. Not after that cold December night when nobody could hear your screams for help. When the one you thought you knew so well betrayed you so easily, it almost brought a smile to her busted lips, but it hurt too much. When his ocean eyes looked at you, saying it was for the best. Saying you were too powerful to be kept unchecked. Saying you were his Annabeth. But you escaped in only thin prison clothes, in mid-January wasn't the Athena-worthy part of your plan. But the point was you escaped, amd you will fight with every ounce of your being. So the boys think it's their time to fully dominate, huh? Well, then, GAME ON. Because you will find the other girls of the prochecy, and you will fight, and you will win. They will never dare say females are weak again.