Annabeth
I was running.
The branches of the dense forest trees tore at my arms and face as my legs carried me away. I wasn't sure what I was running from, but I had that feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me that whatever it was, it was dangerous. And it wanted me.
After what seemed like miles, I had exited the forest and faced a cliff over the restless, green ocean. So cliché, I thought, as I peeked over the edge, a 100 feet drop at least.
Suddenly I heard an odd noise coming from behind me. I felt my heart begin to patter at a faster pace as I cautiously turned my head around to find the source of the sound. What—or rather, who, stood before me was no shock, but it was the words that had me baffled.
"Daughter of Athena, you do not go to New Rome. You will not be accepted, for the Mark will plague the city through you," said none other than Hera, in a dark, hushed tone. She then disintegrated into gold dust, which surged at me, giving me no other choice but to step to my death over the edge of the cliff.
All I felt was the force of gravity pulling me away from the sky as I plummeted towards the sea. The distance between me and my death was slowly shrinking. I held my breath and braced myself for the landing.
But as I hit the merciless waves, I woke up screaming, darting upright in my cell.