A/N: Sorry about the wait! But here's the next installment. Also sorry it's a little slow. Needed some build up. Well hope you enjoy. Comment appreciated!
*Discloser* I do not nor EVER WILL own PJO or HoO!
Percy
My breath came to me in short huffs. My voice was escaping me. If it wasn't I would have been screaming, at the top of my lungs. My nightmare came to me in horrible flashes, until it settled on the most breaking scene.
A cliff top that was barren and brown. Wind that blew from the west in dry warm sheets ruffled my skin and whipped my hair around my body. The clanks and clatters that could only be bronze, gold, and other metals hitting together. Riptide was in my hands, and I was fighting harder than I ever had. Fighting was almost instinctual now. My eyes kept glancing from my fight to another, just across the cliff. Windblown blonde hair was a whirl wind. I shouldn't be distracted but I was. The next second and an overwhelming feeling to run came over me. My blood turned to ice and it felt like a rock had dropped into my stomach. I almost froze in place but instead I dropped Riptide and sprinting at full speed toward the cliff edge. The girl hung on the edge on the edge of the cliff with her finger tips. Her fingers were slipping and I was still ten yards away. The words, "Keep holding on!" were just on my lips when shrieks told me I was too late.
That's when I snapped awake, breathing heavily. I stood up and pulled on the orange Camp Half Blood tee-shirt and jeans. The room was dark, but I could still make out the rows and rows of dark wooden bunks. All of them were empty, I even checked. Everyone was already training, or on duty, or gawking at the Greeks I'm sure. I knew I should be at my Praetorish duties, but I couldn't.
Feeling way to wound up, I jogged out of the camp and all the way to the stables. The view of the light pink horizon is dominated by the huge ship that is now parked above the Fields of Mars, a truly more sensible spot. I start walking briskly across the short cropped grass. I'm feeling more anxious each minute as I approach the golden ship. When I put my foot on the lowest rung of the latter, I remember how pissed off I was last night.
Reyna was sitting in one of the Praetor chairs. "So, Percy, there is now an influx of about 20 people at this camp. Are the Greek guests going to sleep on that…ship of theirs?" "Oh course they will. It's fine." I replied in a tone that matched hers, exactly the disapproving infliction she had. I could tell that it had been a hard day. Her eyes were full of stress, and her shoulders were set in a position that looked like it was made of stone. I turned to leave. "Percy, I leave it to you to make sure your friends know the rules. And remind them that they need to stay in their boat until breakfast or if the Praetors say otherwise, then meet me for the evening Muster. We must remind the legion that no one is to leave camp to visit these visitors in the night." Reyna's words couldn't be more pointed. I wasn't allowed to see Annabeth during the night. If looks could kill.
I swung over the top of the deck and sprinted down to a lower deck. I swung open a door and Annabeth was sleeping, on a bunk, looking happier than I'd ever seen her. I slowly pressed my fingers to her temple. Her eyes fluttered open. "Let's go for a walk," I whispered. Annabeth just smiled.