A/N: This is a story I've been thinking about for a long time now. It takes place a year after The Last Olympian.
Disclaimer: Sadly, Percy is not mine. My OC Eliza is though!
"Watch out!" a boy yelled while fighting a monster.
"Chill, Nico! Nothings going to happen to me! " a girl laughed.
Around the two people swords clashed, and screams and roars surrounded them. Everywhere you looked, death and destruction were present The girl, with her green, brown eyes shining, danced around the fighting taking down a monster with every arrow she shot. She almost seemed to be….enjoying herself. Her tinkling laughs were heard from every corner of the bridge they were fighting on.
"You need to be more careful! This is serious. Come on, we need to go help Percy," the boy, Nico, shouted.
The two twelve year old ran to a spot where the battle was even fiercer.
Images started to flash by.
A bride collapsing, people still on it.
A drakon, being slain by a burly red haired girl.
A blonde haired, golden eyed man blasting beautiful buildings away.
A green eyed boy fighting to the death.
A broken body on the floor.
Twelve giant people discussing the future of the green-eyed boy, a blonde girl, a boy with goat legs, the dark boy, Nico, the greenish gold-eyed girl, and a girl with a silver jacket on.
The six people leaving the Empire State Building, relived yet exhausted looks on their faces.
A flash of gold light. An angry women's face. Blackness….
I woke up, gasping for air. Dreams like this one seemed to be coming more and more frequently now.
I shook my head and glanced at the alarm clock: 5:37.
To damn early, I thought. But I knew I could never go back to sleep after a dream like that. It just seemed so real…
Might as well start my day. I groaned and got out of bed, headed straight toward the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, and a girl around the age of 3 stared back at me. She had green eyes, with flecks of brown and gold in them. Her long honey colored hair was tangled, her face pale.
I sighed and hopped in the shower, feeling the dream wash away with the warm water down the drain.
"Only three days left of 6th grade. Then you'll be out of this hell," I said to my reflection.
I threw on whatever clothes I could find and headed downstairs for breakfast. My mom and I lived by oursleves in a small apartment in New York City.
As I walked down the hallway, I heard my mom talking. I glanced over. It wasn't her cell phone or the home phone because I could see them on the table.
"She still doesn't suspect a thing. I think she may be having dreams about it though," my mom said.
"Good. As long as she doesn't remember, she'll be safe," a deep, old sounding voice said.
"Wait, Chiron. We have Percy and Annabeth watching her. Everyone here misses her and I don't know how long I can deal with Nico's moping anymore," another feminine voice added.
"She will remember in her own time. We can't go meddling in this business. This is the work of a titan!" the old voice exclaimed.
Things were getting too weird for me. I walked into the kitchen.
"Mom?"
She turned around, clearly surprised. A panicked look crossed her face for a second and she turned around and swiped her hand through what looked like mist before turning around and giving me a nervous smile.
What the hell?
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