Hazel had had nightmares for the past three nights. She didn't know what had triggered the nightmares, but they were there. It was the same ones every day: first she would be thrown into a pit filled with fire-breathing snakes, after that she would be pulled under her bunk bed by something, which was followed by falling into a dark abyss, and after that she would see Camp Jupiter burn down to the ground without being able to rescue anybody. The new camp prophet, who was far better than Octavian, had told her it was nothing to worry about, but she couldn't help but do so. The fourth evening, she went to bed, shaking, pretty much knowing for sure that by 1 A.M. she would be awake again. She closed her eyes, and after two hours finally drifted of to sleep.
Hazel looked straight into the mouth of a fire-breathing snake, and woke up with a shriek. She felt cold sweat sticking to her body. Instead of laying down again, what she usually did, she climbed out of her bunk bed, trying not to wake up the girl sleeping in the lower bunk, and walked out of her cabin. It was cold outside, and Hazel's pyjama was nearly enough to keep her warm. She clutched her sides, and walked over to the praetor's house, barefooted. The grass was wet, and mud stuck to her feet. A few laeres, who were still awake for some reason, gave her some weird looks. Hazel shivered. The night was particularly cold today. She stepped onto the veranda and walked into the house were the praetors sleeped. She saw two dogs lying in front of one room, one silver and one gold - clearly Reyna's room. Trying not to wake the dogs, she tiptoed upstairs. She wandered through the hallway, accidentally opened a bathroom door, and eventually found her boyfriends room. She knocked on the door. 'Frank?' She heard someone stumbling around, and the door opened. 'Hazel? What are you doing here? It is 1 A.M...' 'I know. I've had the same nightmare for four nights now. Can I just stay here for fifteen minutes? Please?' Frank sighed and took her inside. Hazel sat down on the bed, looking around. 'There aren't many decorations in here.' 'I don't really have that much.' 'Oh.' Hazel felt that she was calming down. 'I hope I don't get my nightmares back.' 'What are they about?' Hazel told him. 'And they return every single night?' Frank asked in disbelief. 'Yes.' It was silent for some time. Suddenly, Frank giggled. He transformed into a puppy. Hazel picked him up, and laughed. She curled up in the bed, with Frank as a puppy by her side. After ten minutes, she was asleep, and the nightmares never returned.