A/N: School is starting to get hectic! AP History is harder than I thought it would be. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, I worked pretty hard on this one to make it a bit mind-blowing. Remeber, that the italicized words in this chapter is for dreams.

(Percy)

I held Riptide in my trembling hands, watching the events unfold before me. Camp Half-Blood was under attack and I was standing in the middle of it. Lightning sturck the earth, tsunamis formed from the lake and crashed down upon the enemy, and a skeletal army rose from the ground. All of the Olympians were fighting alongside the demigods. However, the loss was becoming evident. The Mayans were winning thanks to the strange presence that was released at the ritual site. Screams filled the air, making my heart twist in grief. Campers were lying on the ground, bleeding from multiple wounds while the ones still standing attempted to fight and help their comrades at the same time.

Suddenly, I was face to face with somebody I nearly didn't recognize. The figure was covered in blood and dirt, a sword held in his hand but limping terribly. A group of enemies charged toward the figure and I watched as they were cut down. There was a loud whistling in the air and the figure fell to his knees, a spear protruding from his torso. Blood spilled from his mouth and his hands clutched the spear. With sick certainty, I knew he wouldn't survive. The spear had entered the boy's back and went out his torso, there was no way it didn't damage internal organs.

I was able to move and I crouched down next to them. When I put my hand on the teen's shoulder, he looked up at me and fear made my heart sink into my stomach. I knew the figure well. Blood poured from his mouth as he began to talk, "What time is spelled the same forwards and backwards?"

"What?" I asked, confused yet scared.

"Two bodies have I, though both joined in one. The more still I stand, the quicker I run. Keep me with you to survive, in the fields of death few keep alive. I am the taller knive deadly enough to end a live." The figure collapsed to the ground, his eyes staring at the sky, yet unseeing. Blood pooled around the fallen hero and I rose to my feet, now alone on the battlefield looking at the corpse of the person I was familiar with.

(Annabeth)

We had stopped for the night, still trying to recover from being captured by Ixtab and Gukumatz. Thalia and I sat awake, just talking, while Percy and Alex slept. We had managed to find shelter and were waiting for both Alex and Percy to wake up. As for me and Thalia, we couldn't sleep.

"What can we even do now that the creature was released?" Thalia asked.

I shrugged, "According to the prophecy, we're only halfway through this quest. 'On your struggle toward defeat, you shall not be along. You will be betrayed by one discrete, the rightful heir will regain the throne'. It just doesn't make sense. Does that mean we have a traitor among us?"

"And if so, then who?" Thalia questioned. We sighed, there were just too many questions.

We became silent. When I looked over at Thalia, I noticed she was watching Alex. "You've grown to like him, haven't you?"

Thalia looked at me in surprise, then anger. "No, I still don't trust him, why would you even say that?"

"You were watching him just now. What were you even thinking?" I asked.

Thalia sighed, "I don't know, okay. Something tells me to trust him, but I... I can't."

I looked at her and saw she was no longer angry, but sad. "Why? Why can't you trust him?"

She turned away from me, "I just can't."

Finally, I realized what she was thinking. "He's not like Luke, Thalia."

She turned toward me, "How do you know? We don't even really know him!" Tears filled her eyes and she turned away again.

I rose to my feet and sat down beside her, then placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Think about it, Thalia. If he was anything like Luke, we would most likely be dead. Besides, he cares too much about his friends."

"Luke cared about us, but look how he turned out." She stated.

I nodded, "But he redeemed himself in the end." I paused for a moment, "I know Alex is nothing like Luke."

"How, though? How do you know for sure?" She asked.

"I'm going to ask you one question, Thalia." I paused for a moment. "Look at Alex. Look at everything he has done. He's saved the world without even knowing he was a demigod. He's on this quest now to save the world and does his best to protect everybody, regardless of who it is. Who is alive now that he reminds you of?"

She looked at me in confusion, "I don't-"

Suddenly, there was a gasp and Percy scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide in fear. Thalia and I rose to our feet. I moved toward him, "Percy? Are you okay?"

His breathing was labored and he struggled to catch his breath. His body was tense, as if he was expecting to be attacked any moment. "We have-" Percy paused for a moment, unable to breathe. By this time, Alex was awake and startled just like me and Thalia.

I wrapped my arms around Percy, "You have to calm down. It's okay, you're here with us and-"

He shook his head, "It's not okay." I could feel his body trembling as he whispered. He fell to his knees, taking me with him. I had never seen Percy like this before and it was terrifying. It looked like he was going into a severe panic attack.

"Percy, look at me." I pulled away from him and looked into his fearful eyes. "You have to breathe."

He shook his head, "Can't." His hands were clenched into fists and it seemed like the fear continued to grow. Then, I done something that surprised everybody around me. I slapped Percy across the face, making his head snap to the side. The shock was evident in his eyes and he looked at me, confused. Then, he realized he could breathe again. His body still trembled, but he was no longer panicking. "How..."

I cut him off, "We can worry about that later. What happened to you?"

The fear returned and his body trembled more violently. "I had a nightmare about Camp Half-Blood." He paused for a moment, taking in a shaky breath. "The Mayans were attacking and I was in the middle of it, I was watching the fight. There were people lying everywhere... There was a boy fighting and he was covered in blood. He was stabbed from behind with a spear and began to talk to me."

"What did he say?" I asked.

Percy shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts. "What time is spelled the same forwards and backwards? Two bodies have I, though both joined in one. The more still I stand, the quicker I run. Keep me with you to survive, in the fields of death few keep alive. I am the taller knive deadly enough to end a live."

I was confused, "What happened next?"

"H-he died." Percy stated, then began trembling again. "Annabeth, the prophecy, I figured it out." He looked at the ground. "On your struggle toward defeat, you shall not be alone... It's talking about right now. How we didn't stop the creature from breaking free. The last part..." He paused for a moment, "Annabeth, in my dream, the boy was stabbed from behind. He was fighting the campers and somebody stabbed him. That boy caused a lot of people to die. I saw his face before he died. 'You will be betrayed by one discrete, the rightful heir will regain the throne'."

Alex spoke, "It was me, wasn't it?"

Percy shook his head, "No." He looked up at us, the ultimate fear shining in his eyes, "It was me."