Hey all! Sorry this chapter's a bit late, I was trying to figure out a thing or two about the logistics of this fic. I'd also like to give a shoutout to Didi (guest), for being the first person to vote for the plot/no plot. Thanks! Now, the poll is still open, yet, as I can't post any new chapters before seeing how many want or don't want a plot, so please vote! Because this is a filler chapter, and I couldn't resist it, this is a cliche dream sequence. I also couldn't resist putting a bit of Theyna in there, so sorry if you don't ship them. Now, on with the story. (BTW., if I do decide to do a plot, this chapter is actually really important, so you might want to read it carefully.)

-Lauren Swan

Disclaimer: The fact that I have to say this is proof that I don't own the characters in here *sobs quietly in the corner*

Didi: Thanks! I'm glad you liked my fic! And yeah, thanks for being the first person to vote... it is pretty cool that you found me a few times on this site, as I'm not really popular.

meredinoemiliano: Thanks! Glad you liked the characters!

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After that startling revelation, my mind blacked out, me barely remembering Thalia dropping me off at my penthouse, or crashing on the couch, falling asleep to this odd dream.

I was standing in a cabin of some sort, an eerie Siren's song echoing in the empty building. Dream-me shivered, pulling what appeared to be a blanket closer to my body, even though I was sweating buckets. I looked down, only to see that I was naked as a newborn baby, the blanket being the only thing covering my body.

In front of me, a fireplace crackled with energy, the purple flames within it reaching ten, fifteen, twenty feet lengths. My befuddled mind took this in as a normal occurrence, curling up on the bare wooden ground in front of the flames. My skin crackled and peeled, and suddenly I was aware that I was burning, my tan skin turning black, peeling off my body. And yet it was still cold - too cold.

The cabin suddenly burst into flames, and I welcomed them with open arms, my nerves taught with exhaustion. The ground beneath me crumbled, and suddenly I was falling, red smoke overwhelming me, the only visible thing being the craggy black walls of the hole. My hand reached out, and suddenly I found that I was hugging a body close to me, its outline faintly visible through the fog. "I love you." I whispered, even though I knew nothing of what the other person was.

Just as suddenly, however, I was on ground, dancing in a pavilion of some sort. In front of me, Luke was grinning sweetly, and I recognized the scene; this was the dance where he had proposed to me. As I looked around me, spinning in my white dress that exposed my bare midriff, others were gently swaying in time to the music, the pop fading to a slow song of some sort. And yet, this was wrong; in the real scene, the others had left the pavilion to circle around Luke as he declared false words of love, before falling to one knee. In the dream, however, the others continued to dance, completely engrossed in their partner.

Next to me, Thalia danced with Reyna Arellano, both shooting each other vulnerable, happy smiles. Silena and Beckendorf were tangled up in each others arms, staring into each others eyes, displaying pure, complete emotion, as though Aphrodite herself had blessed them.

I turned to Luke, only to see that I wasn't dancing with Luke at all, but instead with Percy, his hands whispers around my bare waist, his sea-green eyes looking lovingly into mine. My arms were wrapped around his neck, and, to my astonishment, I didn't even mind it, instead cocking my head slightly to the side, trying to figure out why he was looking at me like that.

"Annabeth," he whispered, as though saying my name for the first time. "Annabeth."

"P-Percy?" I responded, keeping my voice in the same tone as his. For reasons I didn't know, I felt it was important that no one but us heard this conversation.

Percy smiled at me, and, suddenly, spun his arms so I twirled in the summer air, before landing back into his arms. This time, however, my back was pressed against his chest, and I felt his body vibrate with a chuckle as I let out a gasp at the sight before me.

There was a field of green grass, that abruptly sloped down, the pavilion having seemingly dispersed into thin air, the couples around me twirling in the air, disappearing on what appeared to be the edge of a hill. Beckendorf spun out of Silena's hands, and he disappeared beyond the hill, Silena chasing after him, laughing. Ethan and Octavian were coyly slipping out of the other's grasp, Ethan making sure to twirl down the hillside, Octavian rolling his eyes before following.

Turning next to me, about to drag Percy across the hillside, I saw the sunset cast shadows across Percy's skin, and he, somehow, didn't look as kind anymore, his encouraging smile turning into a gleeful grin, his kind eyes now one of a killer's.

"C'mon Annabeth." He encouraged, twisting himself so that he was standing in front of me, "Let's go."

I felt my body shudder, and something in the back of my issued warning bell's that seemed to echo through the field, telling me to not trust Percy, to not go near him.

"Annabeth!"

I felt my body relax, slightly, as I felt Piper's voice calling out to me from across the field.

Jason was next to her, and the two were looking at each other with a sort of reverence... and yet, Jason, too, looked strange, his electric blue eyes turning icy, scars on his skin appearing to leap out against the odd darkness that covered him.

Silence was everywhere in the hill, and I looked around, only to see that the other couples were missing, Jason and Piper being the only companions to Percy and me.

Piper ran over to me, just as Jason shook his head, taking a jump across the hillside. Piper stared at where he had gone, then we both turned to look at Percy, only to see he was staring the gradual mist that was beginning to envelop the hill, closing off all visibility.

"Annabeth, let's go." Percy stressed, trying to grab my hand.

"No." Piper was looking at me, a warning in her eyes. "Don't"

"C'mon Annabeth."

"Don't do it."

"She's just jealous. Let's go."

"You shouldn-"

Piper's voice was cut off, and I heard a strange voice screaming my name, odd and eerie in such a quiet place.

ANNABETH! ANNABETH!