All the characters belong to Rick Riordan - I don't own them.
Annabeth nearly fell to her death - again. She was walking too far to the edge of the cliff, even though she was smart to know that was dumb. Her dream ended when she free-felled, and that's when the dream ended. It always did.
Annabeth woke up, feeling dizzy. She was on the ground, with Percy staring at her anxiously. Gods. She was very lucky to have a sweet boyfriend. Once again, she felt her heart flutter, especially when she looked into his sea-green eyes...
"Are you okay?" Percy asked. "I heard a thump."
"It was just a dream," Annabeth said.
"The same one from last night." Percy sighed. "Listen, Annabeth, are you going to be fine?"
"That's what I usually ask you," Annabeth grinned. "Don't worry. I'm just hungry."
"I'll try and make food," Percy said. "Meaning I'll order pizza."
Annabeth nodded. "Mushrooms and olives."
"Will do." Percy went, and Annabeth looked in the mirror. Her eyes had huge bags underneath them, and her curly blonde hair was knotty. She wearily combed through her hair, put on fresh jeans and her Camp-Half-Blood t-shirt, and went downstairs to find her boyfriend.
She stopped in on the last step, seeing a person who wasn't supposed to be alive. He was supposed to be dead.