When a demigod dreams, he or she never has one of those happy, rainbows and sunshine dreams.
It always has to be a prophecy or it always has to mean something.
The night before the titan war, I had a dream like that.
It was after the sneak-out, and I fell asleep easily after five minutes of winding down and thinking about Katie kissing me.
I was standing in the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel. It was light grimly by white hanging lights, and cars were zipping through it.
The thing that caught my eye was John and his Hellhound, standing at the side of the road.
John was speaking by IM to a blond haired boy with a scar jutting across his chin. He had golden eyes, and they seemed to be glowing even through the Iris message.
"I don't care about what your damn Hellhound wants! I need you to guard this tunnel with your life, and that's not much to ask!" his voice seemed layered; much like John's had the night I came to camp.
John nodded his red hair like he was a three year old talking to an adult. "Yes, my lord." When I heard his voice, even through the dream, I could feel my nails dig into my hands.
The golden eyed boy slashed his hand through the mist, cutting the connection. John sighed, and pet his Hellhound on the head. The beast whimpered at his touch, like it was afraid that he would hit him. This was surprising, if you compared their sizes.
John's amber eyes looked tired, like he hadn't slept once since I came to camp.
I couldn't even describe the need to run to New York and kick his but right now.
"Don't worry, Erido," his face shaped into an ugly sneer that didn't match his handsome complexion. "We'll kill any and every half-blood that dares to come through the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel."
I saw his eyes flicker, and for a second, I thought he looked straight at me.
But that was impossible. I was dreaming. There was no way he could see me, right?
My dream skipped like an old film, and it seemed to burn out. And for a split second, I heard someone scream 'no'.
It sounded like Katie's.
It must have been my imagination, I told myself. I was starting to panic.
Maybe it was just me being paranoid. Yes, I was being paranoid.
Darkness enveloped my flickering film of a vision, and I awoke to the sound of a conch horn.
The battle call.
Chiron would only call it this early if we had an urgent meeting to go to, or if there was a war.
I guess today's reason was the later.
I swallowed hard, and sat up. I didn't bump my head this time. Swiveling my legs out of my bed, I slipped into my Nike's.
I wore my baggy jeans to sleep last night, so I didn't have to change them the next day. But I didn't have a shirt on.
I looked down at my choices.
One was the standard orange camp tee.
The other was the same tore blue shirt I wore every night of camp.
What reason did I have to continue to wear my blue one? I was happy. I didn't need it anymore. Why should I keep reminding myself of the painful times I shared with John? I'm over Juliet's death more or less.
I pulled on the camp half-blood shirt, and made my way to the shield and armor wall.
I picked my shield of the rack. It depicted a heart with an arrow going though the side, and a droplet of blood was leaking from the wound.
Say whatever you want to say about Hephaestus cabin. They are awesome.
I found a helmet that was my size, and I pulled my sword from another wall rack.
It had a red gemmed heart on the hilt. I didn't really care if other campers thought it sucked; I just wanted to kick some monster butt.
I followed Silena out of the cabin, and saw that a crowd of campers had already assembled.
Hermes cabin wasn't late this time. The giant group was already wearing there bronze winged helmets and gathered in a large circle.
After a few seconds of waiting, the campers were herding into three white vans.
It was a miracle we all fit with our armor. You would think we would need more, but the swords and shields weren't that big if you jammed them together.
I wasn't in the same bus as Katie, but Aphrodite shared a van with Athena. I weeded through the campers until I found Annabeth, the leader of cabin six.
"Annabeth," I said out loud. She turned towards me with impatient eyes, but I knew that her eyes always looked like that.
"Oh, Spencer. What's up?"
I cleared my throat.
"It's about the battle plan you guys explained to us a few nights ago. I was wondering if I could go with Demeter cabin to the Brooklyn Battery tunnel."
Annabeth's look was questionable, but I let her speak.
"If this is about Katie, I…"
I cut her off. I didn't want any of that right now.
"No, it's not that. It's just that, I had a dream that my old friend John was there. I have something to settle with him."
Annabeth looked my face over. We were the same age, yet I felt like a child speaking to an old woman.
Maybe it was the grey streaks in her hair.
"Fine. I'll tell Percy." I thanked her, and turned to head back to where my cabin was seated, but she stopped me.
"Oh, and Spencer? Remember your fatal flaw." I frowned grimly, and nodded my head. Everything seemed so real now.
I knew my fatal flaw. It was hard for me to let go of grudges. It always had been that way, ever since I was a young child. I never forgot about the man who killed my father, even now.
If she thought I would let him see my fatal flaw, she thought wrong. I would handle this like a soldier, not a kid.
The van jerked to a stop outside the Empire State building, and I started to feel some doubt about that soldier thing.
We all crowded outside the vans and into the bustling New York streets.
A few people bumped into my bulky shield, but they barley seemed to notice the metal clank that followed. The mist must have been strong here.
I noticed Annabeth talking to Percy, and she glanced over at me.
I knew right then that I was going to get my wish of revenge.
I needed this, happiness or not.
The campers flocked into the lobby of the tall building, and after a few quick words to the lobby man, Percy had us up into the elevators heading towards the six-hundredth floor.
The song "Stayin' Alive" was playing as the elevator music. A horrifying image of my mother dancing with Ares in bell bottom jeans flashed through my head, and I shuttered.
Finally, the doors dinged open, and I almost did a double take.
I had never seen Olympus before, and it was probably the most beautiful thing I have ever seen next to Katie and my mother.
The mansions glowed gold, and gardens bloomed on hundred of terraces. Scented smoke rose from braziers that lined the streets. But something was wrong with the picture.
The mountain seemed dead, like it was deserted. That wasn't how I pictured Olympus.
We walked through two giant statues of Zeus and Hera, and I saw Annabeth make a face.
"Look!" shouted a camper, and I followed his gaze towards the horizon.
I felt the room freeze.
Blue lights were streaking around the sky towards Olympus like tiny comets.
When they got close, they fizzled out. They didn't seem to do any harm.
"Like infrared scopes," muttered a kid from Apollo.
"We're being targeted." I grunted an agreement, as did the rest of the group.
We shared a silence, one that was filled with thoughts of titans and monsters and blue comet like lights.
"Let's go to the palace," said Percy.
No one was guarding the hall of the gods. Our footsteps echoed eerily across the throne room, and knocking off the twelve giant thrones.
From the corner, something mooed.
I have heard stories of the Ophiotaurus, but I excepted something a little more intimidating than a calf with a serpents tail.
Suddenly, a voice came out of nowhere. "Hello again, Percy Jackson. You and your friends are welcome." Her voice was soft, yet powerful, like my mothers.
She wore a simple brown dress, and was poking at the fire with a stick.
Percy bowed to the woman. "Lady Hestia."
So this was Hestia?
I followed Percy's example, bowing to the goddess.
"I see you went through with your plan. You bear the curse of Achilles."
What did she say? The curse of Achilles?
I had only heard stories, but if Percy was dipped into the Styx…
I missed what Hestia said next.
All of a sudden, Percy's knees buckled.
Annabeth caught him, and he looked dazed for a few seconds.
Talk about weird.
Some body gripped my hand, and I turned around to see Katie's smiling face staring at me.
I smiled, despite what was going on around me.
There was a flash of bright light, but I barley noticed.
"Spen…" she was interrupted by the taking and chattering of campers as we were swept towards the railing of the tall tower.
I was slammed against the guard railing, and the wind was knocked out of my lungs.
I coughed over the glass, and looked down at the silent city below me.
Wait. New York City was never silent.
I gazed down, and saw hundreds of bodies strewn across the streets and roads. No cars were moving, like they were stuck in the street.
"Are they dead?" I didn't realize Silena was standing next to me until she spoke.
An uncomfortable and scared silence came over us as we stared down the building and at the streets below.
"Not dead," I looked over at Percy his face was pale white, and his sea green eyes shone with anger.
"Morpheus has put the entire city of Manhattan to sleep. The invasion has begun."
I knot clenched in my stomach, and I looked down to the sleeping streets.
The battle was about to start, and I had a bad feeling about it.
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I hope you enjoyed this super long, super late chapter. I had school and stuff, and had to work on it in bits. Anyway, instead of making it a long chapter, I cut It short. I am already started with the next, so enjoy! PLEASE review! I cant write without reviews!