Annabeth
She held her breath, hoping the monstrous stomping would move past her earthen prison cell. She'd dreamed for the first time since she was captured. Not a nightmare of battle, not a terrifying what if about Percy, not a flashback to the hell hole that was Tartarus, not even a tantalizing hallucination of something better. But an honest to Hypnos dream. Her mother had whispered to her, sent her a vision.
Percy was coming for her.
Just like he had always promised. Annabeth held her breath, refusing to allow a relieved sob past her lips. She just needed to survive long enough for him to find her. And Annabeth knew how to survive, she'd been doing it her whole life. She tilted her head back against the floor of her cell, shivering slightly. She couldn't repress the wild and slightly manic grin that crossed her face, and she could feel tears sliding down her cheeks.
By the gods she was going to be free.