Hazel

Hazel bolted up; suddenly awake from a terrifying nightmare. She was shivering, but beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She was still scared-no, not scared, terrified. She couldn't even move-all she wanted to do was die again, go back to the Underworld and get rid of all her problems. She tried not to think of her dream, but that was impossible. It invaded her mind, nearly destroying her very being.

She was walking in a tunnel. She didn't have any shoes on, and her shirt was torn and had burn marks in them-along with some other kind of damage that looked suspiciously like poison. Her pants were cut off at the knees, (and she doubted that SHE was the one who got a knife to do it), and her skin was full of dirt, scratches and nearly every other kind of damage possible-including burns, poisoning, and a searing headache. The worst part was, they all were real. The scratches stung badly, every muscle ached, and her burns were on fire-well, she was in pain. She wanted to collapse on the spot, but somehow couldn't.

She glanced behind her and gasped. They were guards-skeleton guards, but they weren't the skeletons from her father's realm. Theses ones had yellow bones. Their teeth were made of silver-or maybe gold? As she got a closer look, she realized they were black-and disintegrating every time they were moved. The worst part was, they grew back every single time-reappearing as sharp, bloodstained fangs, then slowly melting back into black nothingness.

The path was lined with bones, and the dirt was blood red. The walls were lined with barbed wire, and she had the feeling that they could collapse any second. Suddenly she stepped on something that felt soft-like a face. Looking down, she realized that she was right-and she screamed.

"Now, Hazel," Gaea crooned, "You know I don't want to harm you. Give me the information that I want, and none of your friends will come to harm."

Instantly, Hazel thought of a plan. She had never known it before, but she realized that this wasn't happening at the moment-she was seeing a vision of what was to come in the future.

Hazel shook her head. "I will never, in my life tell you what the plan is."

Gaea smiled. Suddenly, Hazel felt something on her legs. She was afraid to look down, but she did. And she wished she didn't. Her skin was being torn away, revealing a pink layer of skin-the last part before the entire inside. She could see her blood veins and her bones and her muscles-and she could feel the burning pain-like when you ripped a Band-Aid off your le-except this was magnified by 100 times, at least, and all over, not in just one spot.

She cried out in pain, and dug her nails into the palms of her hands, while tears filled her eyes.

"Stop it," She whispered, "make it stop!"

Gaea laughed. "You will either give me the information that I want, or this will happen.

Suddenly she was ripped out of her dream, and thrown into multiple visions.

She saw Nico again, lying on the dirt floor. This time, his face was covered in blood-old blood that was dry and crusted, and new blood that kept spurting out of a wound in his face. His arms and legs were chained to the ground, and they were covered in so many wounds that Hazel couldn't even see one spot of regular skin. She wanted to cry out and run to him-unchain him and heal the wounds, but she was taken away, and shown something new.

She saw Percy this time-in a hopeless battle. He was by himself, surrounded by monsters, and growing more tired by the second. After a few minutes, he collapsed. The monsters roared in victory and crowded around him.

A giant picked up his body, and held it in the air. The monsters cheered. Then, as one last trick, he stabbed his sword into the Giant's hand. The Giant dropped him, and he smashed onto the ground, this time, Hazel was certain, he was dead.

Then she saw Annabeth. She was talking to her mother Minerva. No, Athena. Annabeth was a Greek, so that meant that her mom was Athena, not Minerva.

"MOM!" yelled Annabeth, "You CAN'T! If you do, I'll-I'll-"

"What will you do, Annabeth?" Asked Athena coldly. "I'm a goddess. It is impossible for me to die. I could destroy you in less than a second.

If Annabeth was scared, she didn't show it. "You can't kill him, mom." She replied in a tone that would have made Hazel be scared, but Athena looked enraged. "You have to let me help him! If you don't, he's going to die-the savior of Olympus! This is how you repay the boy who saved you? I can't believe that you're doing this to me to Percy!" All of a sudden, Hazel knew who they were talking about. She felt sick.

Athena had taken Annabeth to prevent her daughter from getting herself killed, which killed everyone else, and broke Annabeth to pieces.

Then she was whisked back to the tunnel. Once again, her legs were screaming out, and she almost fainted, or at least collapsed.

"Child," whispered Gaea, "I know you are in pain. Tell me the secret and none of these things will happen. Frank will die. Watch, and you will learn from your mistakes."

An image appeared on the wall. Hazel could make out Frank. He was in the battle, but losing. There was an undefeatable monster. Then his face turned grim. He walked over to a girl-it was Hazel herself, and said something. Hazel saw her face pale, then shake her head. Frank pleaded with her, and finally she pulled the stick out of her pocket. He smiled, kissed her, and then ran off to the Giant. He lit his stick, and threw it at the Giant. Instantly, it disintegrated into smoke and dust. But it burned his stick, too. There was nothing left.

His face pretty much wrote out the word pain, and his skin was on fire. Hazel looked away, and turned back to the face of Gaea.

"Stop it!" She cried out, not being able to bear watching the future of her friends. "I'll tell you!" She instantly felt horrible, but she knew that they either faced certain death, or surrender to Gaea and have a slim chance of surviving.

"Good, child," she said in a soothing voice. "Tell me all of it, and none of your friends shall be harmed.

Reluctantly, Hazel told her of their plan-every single thing. Gaea smiled. Then bars slammed down on every side of her. She screamed and looked at Gaea. "You promised! You said that you wouldn't do anything!"

"Ah, but I only said that I won't harm you. You shall watch the gods and the earth as you know it be destroyed of all civilization for eternity-or at least as long as you can stand it. I also never said anything about trying to keep you or your friends alive. I simply said that I would not harm them. Now, what you have seen is about to become reality. Have fun in prison with your dead sibling, Hazel Levesque."

With that, Hazel dropped through the ground, screaming, and finally landed on a bed of grass. She looked around. Beside her lay Nico Di Angelo. He was hardly alive-barely breathing, and staring right at her.

"Hazel, how could you?" He croaked, trying to remain alive. "You…told…her about the-the…plan." He started coughing, loud, rasping sounds that hurt Hazel every second.

"Nico, it's okay. You're not going to die."

"Hazel," he said again, "Hazel, listen to me. You shouldn't have told her. Now we will all die-and you as a coward. You will never make it to Elysium, unless you do something enough to save us all."

"Nico…" She whispered, staring at him in pain. "How did you know?"

"She…promised me. She told me that if…that if you told her…she would spare me the pain and let…she would let me die."

Instantly, Hazel felt horrified at herself. She had killed Nico? How could she have been so selfish? She opened her mouth to say more, but then a bright flash illuminated the room, and she found herself on Olympus.

A single seat was occupied-a god was seated in it-he was dressed in white, had blinding teeth and blond hair. She guessed he must be Apollo, the sun god.

"Hazel Levesque, you have seen the future. It is almost impossible to change-yet, with the help of the fates, and only the fates, you will be able to stop what is to come. No one else can change what you are destined to do."

She looked up at him. "You mean I…I really will kill Nico? Cause all those deaths-all that, because of me?" He nodded grimly, and then she woke up.

She lay in bed, shivering as she remembered what had just happened. She killed all her friends. She tried to make herself move, but she couldn't. Not even in the morning, when Frank came in her room to see if she was okay, not when she was given ambrosia and nectar, the foods of the gods. She had one thought:

Maybe if I die, I won't do any of those horrible things. Maybe…maybe if I'm gone, Gaea will be defeated. And with that thought, she blacked out, hoping to never wake up again.

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