The day after that, Percy had that dream again.

Then, he had it again.

And again,

And again.

Now, Percy had the dream every single night.

The dream where Annabeth stood by his side and told him something he could not understand.

The dream where he tried to touch her, touch her smooth cheek, touch her silky strands of blonde hair, and touch her beautiful, beautiful lips.

Eventually though, Percy realized something.

Every day, the dream was different. Slightly different, but Percy still noticed it.

First, it was Annabeth's eyes. They shifted color, ever so slightly.

They went from shining silver, the silvery gray that Percy used to stare into every day, to a bright blue.

These changes were quick and subtle, like a hesitant person, with quick, unsure movements.

Then, the blue changed into a green, a green that was similar to Percy's own eyes, but with a more natural hue to it.

The green turned into black, a dark, dark black. Her eyes turned into endless pits of darkness, like the pit they fell into, a pit called Tartarus.

Then, they turned back into gray.

All this changing was almost unnoticeable, but Percy caught them.

After the color changing came Annabeth's body.

Percy could've sworn that she was taller than usual one day.

Then, the next day, she was shorter than him again.

Another time, Annabeth's hair was short, hanging down to about her shoulder.

Then, her hair grew to about waist length.

Next, it was her voice.

On the first day Percy had the dream, Annabeth's was warbled, but still unmistakably hers.

After a few more days, her voice changed. It was now husky and low.

Then, it was unnaturally high, like she had breathed in helium.

She seemed to always be fidgeting, like she was uncomfortable in her body, and uncomfortable with him.

After about a month, Annabeth seemed to be falling apart, bits of her dropping to the ground. Strands of hair drifted to the earth and sunk in.

After another week, Annabeth completely collapsed.

Percy tried to help her up, but Annabeth pushed him away.

What used to be Annabeth now wasn't her. What used to be Annabeth was now only a shell in the form of Percy's love of his life

Dark gray smoke drifted out of Annabeth's body, swirling around Percy.

A voice, definitely not Annabeth's, growled.

The voice snarled, "I have waited long enough. Every day, I have showed you your girlfriend, the girl you love. Is that not enough for you to act?"

The voice continued, "All you have done is sit here, wondering what the dream is about. It is simple. You have only two choices. Act now, and do something about your life, or stay and wallow in your grief."

Then, Percy woke up.

He decided to wallow in his anger and grief.

authors note: welp i hope you all liked my chapter! I know, its not that good, but i had an idea and decided to us it. ive been reading some other fanfics, and ive realized that my chapters are super short compared to other peoples. ill try to make them longer! also please favorite follow and review this! i appreciate it!