Annabeth had never held a gun before. Demigods have different kind of weapons to depend on, anything except guns but right now she is wielding a pistol. It did not feel hostile in her hand even if Annabeth knew she'd always settle for her sword or even of course, her lost dagger.

She found herself behind a pile of rocks, with a towering guy and another girl beside her. This girl again, Annabeth thought. Their shoulders rasping together, they looked at each other and Annabeth had this strong urge to cover this girl when gunshots were fired though she has never seen this girl's face before, her presence was too surreal but too familiar at the same time.

"So much for the element of surprise." The girl says.

Annabeth can feel the resentment in her chest. She gripped the pistol in her hand and from the looks of it. She quickly knew it was loaded and the safety was off. Annabeth refused to stay down when the guy insisted on drawing the attention.

"No, I will." Annabeth waited after a few failed attempts of gunshots and emerged from the boulder. Her focus locked on the man in camouflage, Annabeth took in the information she needs just like that. She knew that snipers take time to reload and she had her chance. She fired rounds at the mountain man as her friend stepped out of the clearing and assaulted the mountain man.

Just as quickly she took cover, she ducked behind the rocks again. Annabeth found herself staring at the girl's eyes for safety. Green but not like Percy's. Not that it mattered but despite the commotion, Annabeth cannot bring herself to gaze at the girl's face.

This time she hoped to remember her when she wakes up.

Then there was a shrilling buzz sound which was followed by Annabeth's friend's grunting. Annabeth never met these people before but her gut was telling her that this guy is her friend and her comrade but she cannot say the same for this girl beside her. This made Annabeth get up to her feet. The mountain man pressed a knife against Lincoln's throat.

Lincoln.

Annabeth's hand extended, aiming the gun at her adversary's head.

"Drop your weapon." He warned,

Lincoln snarled. "Just let him kill me and then take him out."

There was no way in Hades that Annabeth would do that. They saved the world too many times now and never had they ever sacrificed a friend for a greater good. Annabeth stopped herself, her hand was not even shaking but she thought about Leo Valdez's sacrifice with the war with Gaea and she wondered if she was wrong all this time.

"Clarke! Please, your people need you."

Clarke?

"You are my people." Words came out of her mouth. And she pulled trigger.

A spray of blood evaporated in the air. The hit man dropped dead and as so did her friend in pain.

"Good shot." He had the nerve to appreciatively smile before putting pressure on his shoulder and actually wincing.

Tears escaped in her hatred. Annabeth was not able to question where these emotions are coming from because at the moment Annabeth was not Annabeth.

"Did that make you feel better?" Lexa asked Annabeth in a low voice.

The wet heat has never been too much for Annabeth until this past couple of weeks. Sharp pain shot her in the head that she literally had to stop and rest to adjust her vision. Migraine. Holy Athena, is this some kind of joke? Percy once asked her, how does she feel connected to her mom, the goddess of wisdom? Annabeth actually thought about it. She just knew she can rely on her wits and knowledge all the time, well, most of the time after Piper proved her wrong. Nothing fancy happens to Annabeth the way Percy could bend water under his will or fly like Jason or control flames like Leo, charmspeak like Piper, shapeshift like Frank…

Gods, Annabeth never hated it but right now she did.

"Migraine," she cursed under her breath. "What are you trying to tell me, Athena?"

Or maybe it really was just a stupid migraine. Her phone vibrated and Annabeth quickly took it out thinking that it was Percy but the number was unregistered to her contacts.

"Hello?"

"Annabeth."

"Rachel?" She recognized the voice right away. "What's up? is everything all right?"

"Hey," Her friend sounded troubled and Annabeth's enthusiasm to finally meet Percy's sister faltered a bit also, her migraine was not helping. "I am sorry but we need to talk."

"We are talking, Rachel."

"Face to face."

Okay. This is definitely not good. "I'll just get Percy, he can come help–"

"No! I mean, I would love to have Percy's guidance with this too but"

"But what Rachel?"

It took a few seconds before her friend answered.

"I have been seeing visions by myself."

"By yourself?"

"Argh!" Rachel practically growled in frustration. "These visions felt different, it didn't feel like the Oracle of Delphi."

Annabeth can hear Rachel's desperation. "Okay, calm down. I will meet you at camp–"

"Jupiter. Meet me in Camp Jupiter."

"What?" Annabeth bit her tongue and composed herself. "Why there? I'm in NY right now, Rachel."

"Trust me with this, Annabeth." Rachel's voice was stern.

"This better be good." So first, Rachel did not want Percy involved. Second, Rachel is asking her to fly to California to talk. Annabeth was not sure if that was an appropriate thing to say. Well she cannot just say, this better be bad, bad that I have to meet you on the other side of the country.

Rachel's silence stopped her from reeling back.

"Okay, I'll just call Percy to excuse myself again." Annabeth was frustrated; lately she has been named the busiest girlfriend of the year. "Still I don't understand why you can just fly back here with all your Dare privileges."

"Because she can't leave her camp that we have to go there and to talk to her."

"Who? Reyna?"

"Yes, well I'm sorry to say this but my last vision didn't just exactly revolve around you."

Third, Rachel was now telling her that she has something to do with these visions. "Okay, Rachel you are scaring me. What exactly did you see aside from me and Reyna?"

"Oh don't be scared." Annabeth heard the sarcastic façade in Rachel's voice. "The Oracle of Delphi never had any false visions or prophecies and as I said, this is not anything like my usual visions. So, don't you worry, Clarke."

"What? What did you say? What did you call me?"

"Huh?" Rachel sounded confused.

Her migraine wrecked her skull in half again. Annabeth groaned and tried to blink it away. She must have misheard Rachel.

"Annabeth you okay?"

"My head, it's killing me. Literally." Annabeth told her friend the truth. "Plus, these dreams I have recently been having are not helping either."

"Dreams about?"

Annabeth massaged her temple and recalled. "Crash landing from the sky. Killing people. Lots of people. People dying." She cut herself short. "Rachel… what did you see? Tell me. Now."

The silence was enough. Annabeth and Rachel were thinking of the same thing. Her migraine, her dreams and nightmares every night, Rachel's panic and her visions: these cannot simply be a coincidence. If there is anything that Annabeth is certain about, there are no coincidences in this life of theirs or the next. Some things are too powerful to be a coincidence.

"The end of the world." Rachel replied. "Caused by a daughter of Athena."