She sat up, stiffing a scream, sweat plastering her curly red hair to her face, and tears already rushing from her eyes.
She couldn't stand this dream anymore!
This vision had become a constant nightmare for weeks now and she couldn't take it anymore.
She hadn't slept for almost a month and she was ready to lose it.
She couldn't keep up the game anymore, people were asking questions.
Why are you so bedraggled?
Didn't you sleep well?
Why do you keep falling asleep during class?
Where do those bags under your eyes come from?
Do you need to go see Dr. Shriber-I'm sure he could prescribe you something.
She didn't know how to answer them anymore, she was desperate.
She didn't know what to do; she didn't have any more excuses.
She wearily climbed out of bed looking at her clock.
2:30 in the morning, yet she knew she wouldn't get anymore sleep tonight.
She knew why the dream kept coming back, it wanted to be drawn.
It wanted to be philosophized, immortalized, but she couldn't do that.
It was terrible, it petrified her everything she thought about it.
She couldn't stand the thought of being the one to create it, of being the one who set its process.
The dream brought a clutching pain to her chest and her breath started to turn into gasps,
Sweat would break out on her forehead and her blood would turn to ice.
How could she bring something that gruesome to life?
Yet his feet had a mind of their own, and they carried her to her canvases.
She tried to stop her hands but they wouldn't obey her.
The Spirit of the Delphi would no longer be contained,
and she felt sheer terror as her limbs moved to their own accord and she could do nothing to stop them.
She watched as her pale, freckled arms moved from side to side, helping her hands create long grace strokes.
She prayed and begged for them to stop before they finished, but they just kept going.
She watched as each beautiful stroke of paint and each slash of charcoal created a masterpiece.
Yet the artwork portrayed a deadly demise to one of the best places on Earth.
She watched a disturbingly detailed ruin be created.
Obviously the attack had been a surprise,
The half-bloods were unprepared and the wreckage proved that the death toll would be frighteningly high.
Finally the putrid piece was done.
She regained control of her limbs only to collapse in front of the canvas.
She huddled there on the floor alone as her red silk robes simmered and spread onto the floor like blood.
She craned her head up to look at the picture and found that she couldn't take her eyes away from it.
She studied it, unwillingly taking in every child and body
Looking at the blood stained grounds and water.
Watching as weapons fell to the slimy grass and debris collected everywhere.
She could see only a few survivors taking off on Pegasus, or in boats.
Others were fleeing on foot only to be hunted down like animals.
No prisoners were taken and not a single cabin was still standing.
She watched as the Poseidon cabin exploded, and the Hades cabin was eaten away by the flames.
The monsters themselves were disfigured and frightening; she couldn't bear to look at them,
Yet the wreckage they caused was worse.
Suddenly she jumped up from the floor and studied the picture more closely.
She looked for anyone she knew.
She studied the dead and the living yet she couldn't find a single trace of any of her friends.
Nico, Percy, Annabeth, Thalia, Tyson, the Stolls, Katie-none of them.
She let out a defeated whimper, while telling herself that they would be fine.
They would make it out alive, of course they would-
They were the best heroes that camp half-blood had ever seen.
Still she couldn't stop the uncomfortable feeling of pure fear and dread from coating her body like a second skin.
She backed away from the catastrophic prophecy and grabbed a sheet.
She covered the picture knowing she would have to take it into Camp tomorrow to give them some kind of warning.
Then she sat by her bed on the cool marble floor and stared out the window waiting.
Always waiting-except this time~
She was waiting for the sunrise to come, as silent tears crept down her cheeks,
Hoping beyond all hopes that she and her friends could prevent the terrorizing massacre to come.