Annabeth
Annabeth Chase dreamt that she was burning. Red and white fire raged around her as she struggled to free herself from an endless wooden pole. Ripples of dirt played with her toes as a drop of sweat fell from her forehead. Blood pools sprayed over the dusty cliff, capturing the dead corpses with swords pierced through their hearts.
The one who knows shall guide them... a deep cracking voice echoed in her mind. Annabeth struggled some more. Daughter of wisdom... be prepared.
Annabeth woke up, gasping as her hand clutched her bead necklace. She groaned sleepily and fell back into the soft pillows of her bed. It was just a nightmare. Turning her head to the side, she saw the picture of Percy that she'd brought with her. Turning over to her side, she stared at her boyfriends young face, smiling down at her. She smiled back. Just then, she war boat jerked irritatingly and Annabeth was thrown to the wall and a crack developed in her ears. She looked down to the shards of glass.
Carefully, she picked up the picture of Percy and swept the broken glass off of it.
"I'm coming, seaweed brain," she whispered to him, and sent a kiss sailing. She folded the picture and slipped it under her pillow.
She sighed looking down at the glass on the floor. Just a few more hours to tolerate before she saw him again...
She picked it up and threw that glass out. She had a few moments to herself, though. It was the perfect time to get Percy out of her mind. The dream. The dream was weird enough. She had a sense that whomever that voice belonged to meant her harm.
It would be best to discuss it with Jason, Piper, and Leo. They would know what to do. Her mind was just so blank at the moment. It was absurd. Daughter of Athena, and you can't get the simple thought out of your mind.
Rome. Greece. Percy. Dream. Camp. Percy. Dream. Percy.
Annabeth banged her fist on the door, slamming it shut. It wasn't normal.
Then she heard voices coming from the meeting hall.
"Should we tell Annabeth?" she heard a girls voice, obviously Piper.
"She's sleeping. Let her rest. We need strength to make an impression on the Romans," Jason's voice advised.
"Speaking of impressions," Leo said. "It's not good to be an early guest."
Annabeth pressed her ear to the door.
"What do you mean?" Piper asked.
"We're going to be early," Leo said. "By this pace, we'll be there in a dozen minutes."
Annabeth stormed in. "You should tell me these things," she said. Annabeth walked straight to the table and pulled out a map. "When you say a dozen minutes, it means that we're already in sight. You need to get up and steer this ship to a halt."
For a moment, everybody was confused. Even Annabeth. She could see the priceless expressions on their faces. Most of them read, she was eaves dropping?, but that didn't matter.
Slowly, the confusion of a sentence turned into the clarity of an order. Leo and Piper scrambled upstairs, but Jason simply walked to Annabeth's side. He turned towards her.
"Are you sure you're ready?" Jason asked her.
"Yes," Annabeth said, simply, not daring to turn towards Jason. She nodded and walked ahead to the deck. With only minutes to spare, Annabeth realized that this wasn't the best time to talk about a simple dream that just appeared. It could just mean nothing.
But she knew it didn't.
Either way, she needed to make sure that new bonds were sewn between the rips and misunderstandings of the Romans and Greeks. But, she did hope it would all be fine, or the whole world would be in danger.