Percy
Percy was in a dark corridor. Classic horror movie. Wonderful. He knew he was dreaming, yet he waited with dread building up inside him for what would happen next.
He hated it. Being a pawn and not being able to control your own life. Percy wished the gods would just give them a break.
A small growl echoed around the hallway he was in. It was distant, yet so close. Percy heard a girl's scream. His heart froze. He would know it anywhere. It was Annabeth.
He edged closer to the noises of battle. Out of the corner of his eye, Percy could see a massive ballroom. In it, were Annabeth and a hellhound.
It pounced at her, almost completely crushing Annabeth under its weight.
She yelped in surprise, and rolled out of the way. Percy leapt out of his hiding space in the corner, uncapped riptide, and charged at the monster.
Percy didn't expect to find himself in a completely different position, unable to reach it. He yelled as the hellhound overwhelmed Annabeth.
Percy… a soft murmur echoed through his head and stopped him dead in his tracks.
"PERCY!" Annabeth was standing next to his bed, shaking him awake.
"Huh." Was all that came out of his mouth. Real smooth.
"You were talking in your sleep. Something about a hellhound. You said my name. Are you okay?" she said with a concerned look on her face.
Percy stared at her. He could see the corner of a bandage peeking out from underneath her sleeve.
"That's what I should be asking you. Was it bad?" He questioned.
"What, this?" She responded, looking at her shoulder. "Yeah, it's fine. It's around nine, and Leo just called an emergency meeting."
"Well that can't be good." And with that, the two trudged up the stairs, wondering how things could possibly get any worse. As if to answer Percy's prayers, they did.