POV: Percy
I hate dreams. A lot. Some people may tell you that you can't die in your dreams, but I really don't believe them.
This time, however, my dream foretold my death, in a prophecy. My dream started as soon as I fell asleep, and I was standing by Tyson, my cyclops half brother (long story) and Ella the Harpy (longer story).
Ella had a strained look on her face, and she was kneeling, grimacing in pain. She did this sometimes when she was trying to remember something she'd read in a book/ Sometimes they would be cooking tips, sometimes biographies. She'd even occasionally spit out bits and pieces of prophecies, but never a full one, and they were usually part of prophecies already been fulfilled.
But what worried me was Tyson's expression. He was panicking, so Ella must be pretty bad. After what seemed like hours, Ella jumped up and flapped her wings. "Seven half-bloods shall answer the call. To storm or fire, the world must fall. An oath to keep with a final breath, and foes bear arms to the Doors of Death."
"The prophecy of seven," I thought. "I've heard it before." But Ella didn't stop. "But one of black shall help the Earth, by traveling to the gods place of birth. The seven half-bloods shall be beat, and all life on earth buried beneath."
"Never heard that part before," I thought nervously. "Did Ella say we'll die? And who is 'The One In Black?' Why would it help Gaea?"
All these questions raced through my mind, and my dream started to change. Soon, I was in the air, and I was watching a dragon fly through the sky with armour darker than anything I'd ever seen. The beast looked down and saw something in the middle of the ocean. I bolted awake to the sound of someone shouting.
"DRAGON!"
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