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Chapter 3:

Strange Dreams

For the seventh time this afternoon her face contorts into a grimace.

I clear my throat and Will turns, and I direct my eyes to where Chloë lays on a cot. He rushes over and dips a washcloth in a bowl of water before wringing it out and placing it on her forehead. I give him a thankful smile before turning back to her.

Annabeth have some ideas about what happened, but none of them make sense to me. Talk about sparring gone wrong. She beat me, yet she collapsed. I hadn't even gotten a hit in. (Not that I'd really been trying to, you know, hit her.)

All of a sudden Chloë sat straight up, gasping for air, and nearly butting heads with Will. She looks like she wants to scream, but when she sees us, she just purses her lips and looks at the end of the bed.

"You okay?"

Chloë looks up at me a desperate, pleading look in her eyes. "Yeah, fine. What happened?"

I'm a little confused about the look in her eyes. "You kind of collapsed."

"How does someone 'kind of collapse'?"

"Um…"

Chloë rolls her eyes. "Fish Brain." Then she looks at me.

'What did you see?" I ask softly. Chloë looks at me, confused, so I elaborate. "It's not uncommon for demigods to have strange dreams. Sometimes they are prophetic, sometimes messages from the gods, and sometimes they're death threats."

"I may have had a dream," she admits sheepishly.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"You've had weird dreams before?"

"Oh yeah. Percy's dreams are the worst. He could have been the next oracle." Annabeth says, walking into the room.

"Hey Wise Girl, what'd Chiron say?"

"The usual,-"she turns to Chloë, "He wants to know how you're doing."

'I'm fine. You guys worry too much."

"You just woke up from collapsing on the ground and being unconscious for an hour," I point out.

"Whatever. You said you have weird dreams."

"When I'm asleep. They don't usually make me pass out."

"You had a strange dream?"

"No, we were just talking about dreams randomly for no reason," Chloe says irritated.

"You sure you aren't a daughter of Ares? You remind me too much of Clarisse."

"Who?"

"Never mind. So, Annabeth, you were saying."

'No, I wasn't," she says smirking.

"Is…is it still okay…if I tell you about my dream?" Chloë asks, looking at me.

I glance at Annabeth before turning back to her and nodding. "If you're comfortable sharing it with us."

Chloë takes closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, like she's preparing to share her biggest secret. "I was in this…creepy place, with black, branchless trees, and a blood red sky." I turn to Annabeth, and she looks like she's thinking the same thing I am. That sounds like…

"There were these wrinkly old ladies and I was burning. Not on fire, but my body was burning, like I was on fire. The creepy ladies were all around me, and I felt like…I was dying."

She takes a breath, preparing to say something else. Annabeth and I are frozen, our bodies rigid. Will left sometime before Annabeth arrived, but having some stranger know…

"Then I kept seeing faces, total strangers, but every one of them, each time I saw a face, I was filled with guilt. I don't...I'm not sure-"

"It's okay Chloë." Surprisingly it's Annabeth that's the first to give some words of comfort.

She nods, and continues. There was guys and girls, and most of them…they were…dying." The last word comes out as barely a whisper, and she looks seconds away from crying.

"There was a girl, dressed in silver, olive skin, dark hair, green eyes, running towards a metal giant. Then another girl in silver, lying on the ground as she bled out, staring at the sky. This boy, he goes to camp here, I've seen him, blond hair, violet eyes. He was crying, as he lit a burial shroud. This…I think he was a Hephaestus kid, he blew up. He just blew up, as a monster restrained him. Then…"

I try to restrain myself from bursting into tears as Chloë now has. Those are my memories. Tartarus. Bianca and Zoe, Pollux and Beckendorf. That's what I went through. What I saw. Annabeth goes over to Chloë, trying to comfort her. Then Chloë stops just long enough to speak to Annabeth. "You were there to, Annabeth. Terrified as I tried to kill this woman covered in scars and tears."

Annabeth looks at me, Chloë notices, and her eyes widen. They are a mix of emotions- fear, confusion, horror, doubt, pity, worry, and…something else I can't quite place, all swirling around in pools of green. Just like Akhyls poison. Chloë's voice snaps me out of it.

"Those were your memories."

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