Annabeth tried to go on with the rest of her day, but Percy's reaction to his dream that morning had really shaken her up to the point where she could barely focus. One thing about her boyfriend was that he rarely cried in front of others, even her. That was only the fifth or sixth time she'd ever seen him cry in the time she knew him.

Gods, it was horrible. He'd never broken down like that, even after some of their worst post-tartarus dreams. There was only one time… Annabeth didn't even want to think about it. She hoped and prayed to every goddess and god, Roman and Greek, that there would not be another prophecy or quest. They had finally settled down and she was enjoying life as a college student.

But of course, she couldn't just take a break from slaying monsters and saving the world, naturally. No, instead of trying to bullshit her way through classes she'd missed while on a quest, she was going to go on another fucking quest!

Calm down, Annabeth told herself. You're getting ahead of yourself, all he had was a dream. But she knew better than that: they were never just dreams. Especially when it came to Percy's dreams specifically. They always predicted some form of conflict, whether it be fighting an evil ghost king with an ax to grind or saving their best friend from a satyr-eating cyclops. According to Piper, Jason had been having worrisome dreams of his own that he confided to her. Despite the conversation mostly being about Jason hiding a portion of his dream (allegedly), Annabeth found it weird that both boys at the same time had disturbing dreams.

During her classical studies class, she looked up Asteria on Daedalus' laptop. Apparently, the genius inventor had been trying to study how the titaness made the stars fall and what effects it had on the environment. That wasn't what caught her eye, though. Annabeth nearly gasped out loud when she read the name of Asteria's husband. The titan Perses, the same Perses, Titan of Destruction, Jason had dreamed about the same night Percy dreamed about Asteria.

She raised her hand, feeling the bile rise up from her stomach. Don't fucking do it, Annabeth, don't you fucking dare. The Professor wouldn't look up from her phone, but Annabeth was not about to puke all over that gorgeous classroom.

"Professor Violette," she squeaked, "may I be excused early."

She waved her hand, making a noise that Annabeth took as yes. She got up from her seat and quickly sprinted to the nearest bathroom, collapsing in a stall. But instead of spilling her guts, little white stars danced before her eyes and her vision blurred. The only thing she could see was the figure of a young woman with bluish-green eyes brighter than a supernova. Stars, Annabeth! Di immortals you are an idiot! Supernovas!

"Oh, fu-"

"Annabeth?" a deep voice asked awkwardly. "Um- wake up. Uh- please wake up?"

She groaned, eyes fluttering open. Immediately she closed them, blocking the light in the… room, was it? Blocking the bright light with her hand. Her head pounded and her mouth was dry. Annabeth felt like complete and utter shit.

"Percy?" she asked, somewhat hopefully.

She knew it wasn't him. The deep voice couldn't possibly be his. She smiled from realization, eyes opening again and adjusting to the light.

"Hi, Frank."

"Oh thank gods!" he sighed. "If you died on Roman soil, that would have been so much paperwork and war."

Beside him, Hazel stood grinning. She had her hair in beautiful, elegant braids that could have only been done by…

"We could've hidden her body in a ditch," Reyna shrugged. "Said she went missing, possibly blame Juno."

"Reyna!" Hazel scolded, her voice quivering slightly. "She's the queen of the gods!"

Annabeth chuckled, sitting up slowly. She was obviously in some building in the forum. Outside she could hear the shouting of the bustling marketplace. She lay on a hastily made cot made from leftover fruit boxes and a wooden slab. She raised an eyebrow.

"It was the best we could do," Hazel told her sheepishly, sitting down beside her.

"We tried looking for Percy, but he was with his therapist," Frank let her know.

She nodded. Annabeth knew Percy needed to meet with a therapist after everything he went through with. Unsurprisingly, he'd been diagnosed with PTSD. She wouldn't want to worry him, as it was already stressful enough for him to go.

"It's not necessary!" he whined. "Therapy is stupid."

"What a valid argument," Annabeth replied sarcastically. "I'm not going to push you, but I think you should go. Jason goes! Will even got Nico to go! It's nice!"

Thankfully, he listened. While he liked to tell her it was a complete waste of a good hour that could be used for "homework," she knew that he was doing well and enjoyed it enough to keep going back. Sometimes all demigods needed was someone to talk to.

"Any ideas on what happened?" Reyna asked her.

Annabeth hesitated. After Percy told her about the titaness, she'd blacked out. What if she told Reyna, Frank, and Hazel and the same thing happened to them? Or worse?

"No clue. Stress maybe?"

Hazel pat her gently on the shoulder, but Annabeth knew she didn't fool Reyna. The praetor narrowed her eyes, glancing at her suspiciously. Annabeth averted her eyes to Hazel, then to Frank as if sending Reyna a silent message. She nodded, fortunately for Annabeth, getting the idea. Not now.

Sighing, she stood, "I'd better get back to class. Reyna, care to take me back?"

"Yeah, let's go."

Once they'd left Frank and Hazel out of earshot, Reyna demanded to hear the story. Annabeth explained what happened just that morning with Percy and Jason's dreams and how she'd seen the titaness Asteria before passing out. She also, stupidly, mentioned that she only passed out after Percy told her about Asteria. Reyna's expression was grim, letting Annabeth know that she too was worried. It wasn't like two of the most powerful demigods of their age having related dreams, on the same night, was common.

"I don't want to make a big deal out of it but it might be a real issue. And you passing out was probably a coincidence. She's probably targeting specific demigods and you happened to be one of them. Piper didn't pass out, did she?"

"I don't know," Annabeth admitted. "I haven't spoken to her since the morning."

It was getting late. The sun was setting over New Rome casting gloomy shadows over the Forum. She did not want to be outside when the stars were visible. Unfortunately, it was a clear night. Usually, that wouldn't be a problem, more like a privilege, but after finding out Asteria was the titaness of falling stars Annabeth didn't want to be outside in case she decided to light up the place.

"There's always fucking something," Reyna muttered angrily. "Why don't the gods get off their lazy asses and do something about her and Prometiddy or whatever."

Above them, thunder boomed despite the cloudless sky. She's never seen that part of Reyna, but gods did she like it. It made her seem almost like a normal teenager and not the leader of possibly one of the world's most powerful armies.

"I want to say it will be fine, but I'd be lying," Annabeth told her.

"It's nice to see someone being honest about things," Reyna grumbled. "I'll try to get through to Jason. Maybe if I threaten him he'll spill. I'd better call Piper."

After dropping her off at her dorm, Reyna left leaving Annabeth alone. She hadn't slept there in ages as she usually preferred to stay in Percy's room on the top floor. Still, she was exhausted. Fully dressed, she climbed into her bed and crawled under the sheets. It was only six but she felt her eyelids growing heavy.

Immediately she fell into a dream. Annabeth found herself in an underground cavern with a little more than two dozen demigods. She was surprised that such a large amount hadn't attracted a whole army of monsters, but her main concern was why there were so many.

She moved through the crown, catching some familiar faces like Katie Gardner who was lying over someone.

"Travis! This isn't a joke! He isn't moving!"

"Did I say it was a joke?" The older Stoll brother shouted frantically, pulling an ambrosia square from a small black pouch.

A boy Annabeth recognized as Austin Lake, a son of Apollo, grabbed the ambrosia, forcing into the fallen demigod's mouth. He handed out strips of cloth to use as masks as if the victim had a disease.

"He must have transmitted some kind of virus," he mumbled, hands shaking. "He wasn't hit by anything!"

"Guys!" another girl, Kayla, called. "It's Leo! He's doing the same thing!"

Katie jumped up, revealing the unresponsive face of the demigod. His blue eyes were wide, but glazed over. His mouth hung open, his chest rising slowly. He had to have been breathing, but what was wrong.

Annabeth gasped, finally recognizing who he was. Under the dirt on his skin were barely visible freckles. His blond hair was filled with dust and bits of rock.

It was Will Solace.

She woke up suddenly, struggling to catch her breath. They had to go back to Camp Half-Blood. Something was happening, and none of them were prepared.