A/N: Hi, so this is my first fic. Ever. So please be nice, no flames please, but constructive criticism is welcomed with open arms and blue cookies.
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction about it.
1. Introduction
The last thing I remembered was a flash of golden light, and… no, that's not possible. We must've been blasted off the road in the storm, struck by lightning. I must've hit my head.
Yes, that's the only logical explanation. I probably had a concussion. That would explain the crazy dream. But it had all seemed so real, the Minotaur, Grover's hooves, Mom, everything.
I opened my eyes, and stared at my surroundings, trying to understand what was going on. It wasn't a hospital, that's for sure, it looked like a farmhouse.
I noticed a pretty blonde-haired girl sitting by my bedside. I vaguely remembered her from when I arrived here last night. Was it last night? How long had I been here? Her name floated in my mind…Annabeth. Mr Brunner said it when I arrived. Add that to the list of reasons why this all had to be a dream, my Latin teacher was in it…and he was…a horse or something. Wow, I must have hit my head hard.
When the girl, Annabeth, saw I was awake, she glanced around, checking for eavesdroppers, before whispering urgently "What will happen at the summer solstice?"
"What?" I asked hoarsely, my voice cracking from disuse.
"What's going on? What was stolen? We've only got a few weeks!" she said frantically.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled, not having any idea what she was on about, and still in denial, because if all this was true, which it couldn't be, then that would mean that my mom was…no. "I don't…" There was a knock at the door, and she quickly shoved some of that strange popcorn pudding in my mouth.
The next time I woke up, she was gone.
A/N: Did you like it? I wasn't sure, but I'll try to post the next theme (Love) soon. R&R!