I awoke with my hair matted on my face and the sheets hot and sticky. Breathing deeply, I sat up and took a long look around the cabin. My cabin mates were still asleep and it was dark outside so I guessed it was about two a.m. Everything seemed perfectly normal. What I saw… it was just a dream right? Nothing more.

Oh, who am I kidding? I'm a Half-Blood. Dreams like that aren't just dreams. I probably saw Kronos's next evil plan. Add that to the fact that Apollo, the god of prophecy, is my father, and I've most likely just witnessed some future event that will lead to the downfall of the Olympians and all of mankind being plunged into horrible world of infinite darkness from which there is no return! …. Sorry. I tend to get carried away when I'm ranting…

I needed some space. I left the Apollo cabin and walked down to the beach. It's not that I'm a huge fan of Poseidon, in fact I don't like water much at all (don't tell Percy), but at least it's peaceful. And quiet. If you've ever been down to a sandy beach at two in the morning, with the moon shining bright and full and reflecting across the water, you probably understand why I like it so much.

I came down here to think, but I didn't want to think about what I'd just seen. That fire…it couldn't be… and that man… I recognized him as Luke, but…

I was so deep in thought that I almost missed the sound of footsteps approaching the beach where I stood.

I spun around and, oh, guess who. Percy Jackson strode up to me asked, "What are doing out here, Anala?"

I didn't particularly want to talk much, but I answered him eventually.

"I just need to think. I've had a bad dream… You?"

"Same… I've been having this reoccurring dream lately and, I don't know, it just bothers me."

My curiosity perked up like a puppy who just sniffed his dinner. Did he have the same dream that I did? I cautiously asked, "What about?"

He looked at me, trying to decide whether or not he trusted me enough to tell me. I knew Percy fairly well. I mean, I came to Camp Half-Blood a year after he did, and I accompanied him on the quest to save Artemis last year.

I guess he finally concluded that he could confide in me.

"Luke," he began, "Or Kronos, or Luke, I mean, well technically Kronos, but still Luke, but Kronos-"

"Just stick with Luke."

"Right, Luke. Well, he's looking for something, but having trouble finding it. And now he's really frustrated. I told Chiron about it, but he has no idea what Kron- I mean Luke could be searching for. Even Mr. D. is stumped… not that he cares." He looked glum. I suppose Percy must hate prophetic dreams as much as I do.

I sighed, I guess we haven't been having the same dream, but the more information the better.

"Well, we'd better go talk to him again."

"Why?"

"Because I know what he's looking for."

Percy raised his eyebrows. "From your dream?" He asked. I nodded grimly.

"Come on."

And together we trudged away from the beach and towards to the Big House.