So, I ran. Some bull-like creature was hot on my tail. The bull-like creature bellowed "I am the Cretan Bull", hell know what that means. Though I didn't have much time to ponder that, as the Cretan Bull was ripping past the bridge that separates Manhattan from Long Island. The only reason I was heading towards Long Island? Pure instinct. Right when the Bull came up to me, ready to shred me into bull chow, a massive wave of water enveloped the Cretan Bull. I guess luck was on my side this time. Of course, I was wrong. The Cretan Bull shook off the mini tsunami as soon as it had come. The bull picked me up. His acidic breath pierced my nose as if it were a knife. Up front, by the way, the bull looked even uglier-if that was possible. Brown hairs covered the bull's leathery black face. The Cretan Bull roared in triumph- or so it seemed. Out of the blue, the bull turned in to yellow powder which was whipped away in the fiery wind of the night. Behind the remains of the bull stood a boy 6 feet tall, with a slight build and sea green eyes. That was the last thing I saw before I plummeted 20 feet to the ground.
My life force could drain, but of course my dreams- ahem, nightmare's seemed as vibrant as ever. In my nightmare, a silver gleam filled a dark pit like a flashlight in a dark, dark cavern. A voice, which sounded like a thousand knives scraping against rock spoke " You will lead the Titans, do I not have any better options left?". The reply was coming like a deep, metallic, and ancient voice, " I fear you do not Brother Kronos, Atlas is stuck under the burdened weight of the sky, Hyperion is in Tartarus with you- taking a form of a tree thanks to those imbecile satyrs and Tartarus himself, and Krios was swiftly defeated by a son of Jupiter and along with Hyperion, defeated by Tartarus' essence.". I knew who Kronos was, I learned it at Yancy Academy before fleeing. He was a state of pure chaos. I wanted to run away from these completely mythical dreams. But, I had lost that ability. I even lost the ability to scream. I was pushed into the pit I stood in front of. Kronos spoke as I fell, "Can your spawn lead them?", and I woke up, beaded with sweat.
I tried to get up, and suddenly my eyes took the shade of green, and I was forced to lye down. I was on a bed in some giant log house that was strangely painted sky blue. On my left were two people. One was a fine looking lady standing 5'8 with princess curls curving down to below her shoulders and another, a timeless looking man, wait, half-man, half-horse stood. I really couldn't get used to this prank. The female looked like she was arguing. " But, Chiron, for the past three years, all demigods have been claimed before they hit thirteen, an he's"- she pointed to me-"sixteen years old". The centaur- Chiron replied smoothly, " We all know that the God's tend to forget their oaths, you of all people should know this Annabeth"- Chiron was abruptly interrupted by a girl who looked like she could've been the daughter of a war god. She hollered, "There's an army, and they're looking for a demi-titan at our camp!".