Author's Note: Hey! It's been awhile since I updated this story…The thing is, I don't think this was my best work, if you ask me. But you have been begging for more, and I seriously appreciate the love. Thanks for all the reviews!

And now for the all-important disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan, ergo I do not own Percy Jackson.

Percy's POV

I'd like to say that I apologized to Annabeth as soon as I came back inside. The truth is, I really wasn't in the mood for apologizing. In fact, I should've been the one receiving the apology. It wasn't fair that Annabeth was getting jealous over something that had happened years ago. If I had returned from Calypso's island sooner than I had, I wouldn't have been much good in a fight. I probably would've been killed the first chance Luke or Kronos got.

But still…and I would never admit this out loud to Annabeth, especially considering her reaction to my answer…Calypso was still my biggest "what-if". What if I had stayed with her? Could I have seriously been immortal on her island, without anything to worry about? No pain. No suffering. No prophecies. No enemies. No Kronos. No Luke…

And Luke…how could Annabeth possibly accuse me of falling in love with Calypso when she clearly couldn't make up her own mind about who she liked: Luke or me? As I lay in my bed, I could feel jealousy burning inside my chest—a jealousy I hadn't felt in so long. Then I felt guilty for feeling jealous. Luke was dead, and all I could think of was how Annabeth felt about him?

My mind was buzzing with thoughts. I thought there would be no way for me to fall asleep, but with the curse of Achilles weighing me down, my ADHD mind and body could only take so much at a time, and I closed my eyes.

I was back on Olympus. The place was trashed. Injured warriors lay in the streets. Grover, Annabeth and I ran to the throne room of the gods, where Kronos was waiting for us.

In Luke's body. The Titan's gold eyes glittered hungrily at me, as if he couldn't wait to finish me off. I struck at him, but he disarmed me.

Annabeth yelled, "STOP!" and used her knife to block the Titan's strike to her face.

I watched as Annabeth battled him, demigod versus Titan. I could see her energy flagging. She was hurt badly. She begged him to remember his promise to her—that they would be a family. "Family, Luke...you promised..." Her voice echoed in my mind over and over again.

Kronos raised his hand, and a wave of force knocked her backward, painfully slamming into her mother's throne. Barely breathing, she whispered to me, "Percy…cursed blade…"

All I could think of was that I wasn't going to let Kronos near her. She'd dropped her blade on the floor next to her, and I grabbed it, feeling its leather-bound grip, watching the celestial bronze glint wickedly. I raised my hand to strike at the Titan's evil face…

Luke's face.

The gold irises turned blue again, and Luke doubled over, gasping in pain. "Please, Percy," he begged me. "Give me the knife."

Annabeth's voice now: "The prophecy, Percy," she whispered.

My head was spinning. No…the choice. I knew what I had to do. Just hand over the blade, Percy, I tried to tell my dream-self. But somehow, I felt my grip tighten around the dagger.

"Hurry…no time…" Luke gasped. "He'll destroy us all if you don't give me the blade!"

My arm stayed up, the dagger still raised above my head. My hands began to shake.

Luke's body began to glow, brighter and brighter. "Now, Percy! Please!"

Anger filled me from top to bottom. This was the guy who had betrayed Annabeth too many times before. How am I supposed to trust him now? What if I gave him the dagger and he turned on us? The Titan could just take him over and kill us. I wasn't going to trust him. This was my choice.

No, I tried to tell myself again. Give him the knife. If you don't, Kronos will show his true form and destroy Western Civilization.

But for some reason, I couldn't let go of the blade. A small part of my mind kept nagging at me, reminding me that this was the guy who had tried to kill us too many times before to trust him now. I found myself thrusting downward, toward his neck.

"NO!" I heard Annabeth scream. Instantly my dream-self seemed to understand that he—I—had just doomed us all.

Luke's eyes turned gold again. Kronos laughed evilly. "Just the choice I've been waiting for you to make, you foolish demigod!"

My heart pounded with disbelief and frustration. I can't believe this, I thought. All of this stress about a choice that will end the hero's days, and I make the wrong choice?

And now we were all going to die because of it.

Grover and Annabeth screamed as gold light filled the room. Luke's body burned away as the Titan's light grew. "Welcome to the new Golden Age, Jackson!" Kronos roared. "Too bad you won't be around to witness the death and destruction you've unleashed!"

His evil laughter filled the room as quickly as the gold light. I felt my body burning.

No.

No.

"NO!" I screamed, bolting upright in my bed.

The room was dark. I squinted into the blue light coming from the fish tank. I couldn't hear anything apart from my won heavy breathing. Cold beads of sweat rolled down my neck.

"What is it?" Annabeth called from her mattress. I glanced down and saw she was also awake, sitting upright like I was.

At first, I couldn't answer her. A lot of things hit me at once: first, the fact that it had just been a nightmare had given me such a relief that I wanted to cry; second, I realized that I had just dreamed about another outcome of the Great Prophecy from last summer. I still remembered the lines: A half-blood of the eldest gods shall reach sixteen against all odds. The half-blood was me, the demigod son of Poseidon, one of the Big Three. And my sixteenth birthday had been last summer.

And see the world in endless sleep. Morpheus, the god of dreams, had put all of Manhattan to sleep with a spell, so that's how that line came true.

The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap. The hero was Luke, and he'd taken his own life with Annabeth's blade, which had been his own before they had met all those years ago. The blade was cursed with Luke's broken promise of a family for Annabeth.

A single choice shall end his days, Olympus to preserve or raze. That's where my dream had freaked me out. In it, I'd made the wrong choice…I'd destroyed Olympus.

"Percy?" Annabeth called again. "What's wrong?"

Her voice brought me out of my stupor. I blinked, trying to focus on her in the dark. Taking a deep breath, I said shakily, "Nothing. Just a bad dream."

I heard Annabeth stand up. "Are you sure?" she asked cautiously. "I mean, your dreams are hardly ever just dreams, Percy."

I rolled my eyes, suddenly feeling the urge to fall asleep again. "Well, this was just a nightmare, Annabeth. I swear." I'd been having nightmares like that ever since the end of the Titan War. Trust me, I'd woken up screaming in the middle of every night since I'd gotten home from camp. I'd always dreamed of Kronos standing over Annabeth and me with his scythe, slicing down, exploding into his golden divine form. Dreams like that would bother me for about five minutes, seeming so real to me, until I realized they were just dreams, that Annabeth and I were safe, that Kronos was gone. But after the argument Annabeth and I had just had, the dream made me feel guiltily jealous all over again. And I couldn't tell Annabeth about it. I would probably just dig up her old feelings for Luke, and then another argument would most likely ensue.

She sighed. "Fine." She sat back down on her bed.

I frowned. "You don't believe me," I observed.

It took her a while to answer. "I believe that your dream was just a dream…" she trailed off. "…but I don't believe it was nothing. Tell me what it was about."

I thought about the images of Luke torturing Annabeth, hurting her. I couldn't stand it. And if I told Annabeth that I dreamed about not trusting Luke, and that my lack of trust had resulted in the end of the world...I had no clue what her reaction would be, but I did know that it wouldn't be anything good. The last thing I wanted was another fight about past relationships. I scowled unintentionally into the darkness.

"What are you trying to hide from me, Percy?" Annabeth asked, suspicion in her voice.

I shook my head. "It's nothing, Annabeth," I replied. Before she could ask me another question, I turned over and tried again to fall asleep, but I couldn't. I was afraid of what else I might dream. Eventually, though, I fell into a blissfully dreamless sleep.

Until waking up, when I remembered the night before, dreading more of Annabeth's questions about my dream.

There will be more, and I will update faster! It's just that I also working on Cold as Ice and I just have to keep the storylines separate, think of things to do. I also have to remember what the plot was and try to go from there. I know some of you are like "Then why not just write one at a time?" Well…when I get a good idea, I have to write it down. That's why I have two stories at once. And you guys love both and so do I. So I'm going to get both done. I promise.

Reviews are much appreciated! Thanks so much!

~Mandi2341