Abby's eyes flew opened and she started coughing up a horrible mixture of blood and water. Her vision was blurred and he brown eyes begged to see clearly. Her hair was wet and so was her clothes. She had no strength to stand up, but she did anyway. Her bare feet felt anything but grass. She blinked a few times to see that she was standing in a corridor made of stone. As of this moment, nothing seemed familiar to her. Torches lit the dark stone corridor. They hung from the wall and the fire gave an eerier glow. She sighed and she realized where she was, "Great, just great..." She sighed and started walking, pushing her strength to the limit.
Now, Abby stood in the grand entrance way to Mount Olympus. She raked her memory, and didn't remember ever going to The Empire State Building. She took small steps and her ears perked as she heard the Olympians arguing in the throne room. She stepped closer to listen; they were arguing about her.
She recognized that voices of the twelve Olympians.
Zeus: "Why don't we kill her now?"
Athena: "That's quite irrational, father."
Poseidon: "Well if she does pass the trials, maybe she can live. But I don't think she would be able to." Abby scoffed. Her own father thought that. She was mad. She stepped in the throne room to say something; non of the Olympians noticed her. She walked into the middle of the thrown room and yelled, "Hey!" but they didn't even notice. She realized that she must have been dreaming.
The Olympians sat on their large thrones and gave their arguments on the situation. Some made Abby cringe and some made her really mad. Finally, Zeus came up with his conclusion:
Zeus: "We will have her go through the trials. Dionysus,"
Dionysus: "What?"
Zeus: "Upon your arrival at camp, have Abigail Ryker be admitted for a quest. She must show that she can control Gaea's curse. She is too dangerous with that curse. If she fails the trials, she will be executed right here."
Dionysus nodded, and his smile seemed amused. The Olympians now were putting a bet on if she would pass the trials or not. Abby crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, "I do NOT want to be betted on!" Still no response. More than half the gods had said that she would fail. Only one god had said that she would pass. That god was Hades; Pluto. Abby was perplexed, she wondered what made the god think that she would be able to make it through these trials with out failing. A spark of hope ignited in her chest and she nodded slightly at Hades. She knew that he couldn't hear her, but non the less she said, "Thank you." To her surprise, Hades looked at her and made a silent gesture, You better win.
He waved his hand slightly and the dream started to fade. The next thing Abby knew, she was waking up on a bed in the infirmary. Many eyes looked at her; a very few of them looked at with concern. She sat up and took a deep breath. She looked at all of them and balled her hands into fists, clenched fists.
"I want a quest."