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Annabeth

The bus drive to Oakland went into the night. Percy woke up for a couple minutes, and the three of us were laughing and making fun of each other and getting to know Bethany a bit more. Bethany and I didn't mention anything about the talk that we'd had together. We avoided the subject all together, and I didn't think that Percy knew anything about it either.

Silence soon fell between us again, and a few minutes later, we were all asleep.

I had a dream.

Even though I'd only seen Camp Jupiter for a split second, I recognized it instantly. But instead of a flashback on the Argo II, I was alone.

My dream-self walked through the deserted streets of New Rome. There was no bustle of a city, no one walking down the streets. The only company I had was the slight breeze rustling leaves.

I stopped outside a ring of bushes and shrubs, and I climbed inside. I recognized the place instantly. This is where Percy and I hid for a day while my forehead healed from the poisoned wound Octavian had given me.

My dream-self didn't hesitate in the hidden clearing. I walked confidently over to a patch of grass, and saw that it had grown strangely. It was slightly trampled, and it had small tufts poking in different directions.

I pulled out my knife and shoved it inside the earth. I heard a heavy click, and I pried open a hidden, rusted manhole. Looking around once, I hung my feet over the edge and dropped inside.

I landed lightly on my feet, and rolled in a somersault to break the fall. In front of me was a dank, old pipe with slime coating the sides. It was dimly lit by an unseen source. I climbed up the ladder and closed the manhole, dropped back down to the ground and then briskly walked down the tunnel. I kept one hand on my Yankees cap and the other on my knife, using its faint glow to guide me through the twists and turns.

I finally made it to an intersection in the pipes. I turned to the left, and walked several paces before coming to a large, thick door blocking the way. A small window with bars over it was in the middle of the door, and I peered inside.

It was a massive stone room. Chained to the wall with shackles was a girl with long, brown hair. It was in an extremely messy braid, and it looked like she was still wearing robes—a toga? Her head hung limply in between her shoulders, and her arms were shackled above her head. Her wrists looked worn raw.

Next to her was Leo, Jason, Piper, and everyone else that came on the Argo II, as well as what looked like some Romans who must have oppressed Octavian. It looked like there were over a hundred people locked inside.

No one even noticed that I was looking into the room. Piper sniffed, and Jason tried to move as close to her as the chains would allow. Leo even looked defeated. The light in his eyes was gone, and he just stared blankly at the ground.

After looking inside a few more seconds, I turned around and was about to leave when I heard voices echoing down from the tunnel. I whipped out my invisibility hat and slammed it on my head just in time.

Octavian rounded the corner with a guard walking along beside him. He had stained red lips and fingers, and he looked even more lank and pale. The bags under his eyes were prominent, and he looked insane.

The guard was carrying two sacks over his shoulders, and Octavian stepped forward to unlock the door. His elbow almost hit me in the stomach, and I bit back a gasp as I barely managed press myself against the wall in time.

Octavian opened the door, and the guard walked inside, throwing stale loaves of bread from the bags at the prisoners. Some didn't react as it hit them on the stomach, arm or face. They just stared sadly at the opened door.

Octavian walked inside the chamber.

"Reyna," he whispered, walking towards her.

The girl with the braid didn't look up.

He stopped in front of her.

"My offer still stands. Resume your position as praetor, and you'll be freed from this disgusting prison," he said.

"The only time this prison is disgusting is when you step foot in it," Reyna said, looking at him in the eye.

He kicked the bread at her feet away from her and slapped her across the mouth. She didn't make a sound.

"Stupid girl," he growled. "You don't know what's coming for you. The gods are ruined. Olympus will be destroyed. A new leader greater and powerful is gaining strength as we speak. You'll suffer more than you'll ever know!"

"I am not broken," she said defiantly.

"Oh, I'm sure you're not. But you will be. If I've managed to break Percy Jackson, I can certainly break you."

Reyna didn't flinch. "And where's Percy now? He's escaped, and he'll be back for your blood if I don't get it first."

The color drained slightly from his face, but it was quickly wiped away with a smirk. "I know he's coming, and I'm ready for him. I've receive an…ah…anonymous tip from someone. He'll be dead soon like the rest of you."

He turned to the guard. "Send word to the Cohorts. Tell them to burn the city if Reyna doesn't comply."

Octavian started to walk away, and Reyna started to thrash in her chains. "Octavian! You monster! You'll never get the loyalty of New Rome! You're death is on the horizon! The gods will have their revenge!"

He tsked. "Empty words, I'm afraid. I'll give you until dusk."

He was about halfway across the room when he stopped in his tracks, his head cocked to one side.

I'd seen that before, and I started to run.

"Intruder! Intruder!" he shrieked. He pulled out a knife and, with incredible aim, threw it straight at my throat

I woke up, the knife inches from my neck.

I gasped and sat up from Percy's lap, feeling extremely cold.

Percy looked startled. "What is it?"

"Reyna," I said, grabbing his shoulder. "Who's Reyna?"

"R-Reyna?" Percy asked, looking scared. "How do you know who she is?"

"Reyna?" a voice asked. Bethany had woken up, and she looked concerned. "She's our leader. Our praetor."

"New Rome…" I muttered. "New Rome will burn because of her."

"What?!" Bethany shrieked. Several passengers hissed at her to be quiet.

"Octavian. He has her chained up. If she doesn't join him by tonight, he'll burn the city down."

"Annabeth," Percy said, taking my face in his hands. "What happened in your dream?"

I started to explain what I'd seen: all the prisoners chained to walls, how insane Octavian looked, how he knew we were coming, and Reyna's decision.

Percy looked pale, and Bethany looked like she was shaking from anger.

"Where we hid…you mean we were at the entrance of the prison that whole time?" Percy asked.

I nodded. "At least we know where to go."

"When I get my sword at him—" Bethany hissed, looking murderous.

Before Percy or I could reply, the driver announced on the intercom, "Thank you for riding with us today. Enjoy your stay in Oakland."

We all looked at each other.

"It's time to storm Camp Jupiter," Percy said.

Dun dun duuunn!

Questions will be answered soon! Who was the person who left the note to Octavian? Will the trio be able to sneak into Camp Jupiter without being caught? What will be Reyna's decision?

These questions and more will be answered in the next installment of Forgotten! Or maybe the installment after that. We'll see.

OKAY BYE.

P to the S. If there are any other unanswered questions, feel free to drop me a review or PM. I don't want to leave any loose threads hanging at the end of the story.

Thanks, guys!

For some reason, it felt like I was screaming the whole time in the Author's Notes. Eh, oh well.