A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the long wait. I will try to be more consent. Here is chapter 5!
CHAPTER 5
Athelia
"They won't know what hit them! Wait, no. Who. They won't know who hit them! Yea!" A voice said.
I was dreaming again, after fainting a couple hundred times. But, as you know, demigod dreams aren't really dreams. They are more of, a reality thing. Like, you get to see into someone/something else's personal life. Demigod dreams are scary, and nerve wrecking. But, I'm a quarter god. So, it makes it 10 times worse. It's horrible. Mine are vivid. Sometimes, I can't even tell I'm in a "dream". This one, I thankfully could.
"Sir. Ouranos has accepted your request. But, he said he'd rather kill you. But, he will help," A young man's voice said.
"Eh. Ok. That will have to do," Another man's voice said, but this one was way colder and dark. I recognized it from somewhere. The voice sent chills down my back.
"Sir, I-"
That man turned to me.
"WHAT!?"
"How did the girl bring herself here? No demigod should be able to."
"Sir, I think she's a quarter god."
"Quatergod, eh?" The man said directly at me.
"Is this the one you saved?"
"Sir, I am sorry about that and that I-"
The scene changed.
"I don't think I'll be able to make it!" A voice, I recognized as Percy's, said.
"Yes you will! You will not die on me!" I screamed.
"I-I can't," Percy said.
"You. Will. Make. It," A voice said behind me. I turned, but I didn't recognize her.
"Clarisse. He's slipping! We need Apollo!" I shouted, even though I didn't even know the girl's name.
"Percy, you have to stay for Annabeth. You can't die here. Not now,"
I said, worryingly.
"Then move me somewhere else," Percy said, finding the strength to smirk.
"Percy, you're dying. No humor here," I said, sadly.
I woke with a start, breathing rapidly. The future. I had seen it again. I assumed it was normal. Afterall, I didn't even know who Clarisse was. But, I recognized the older man's voice. It was Kronos. My age old enemy. He was rising again. With his father. He must have strong hatred for the Olympians to work with his father. But, the other voice. I recognized it from somewhere. It sounded so familiar… maybe it was an old friend. I was to tired to think, though. I forced my eyes open, and realized I was on a bed that wasn't mine. I was in the sickroom. Annabeth was sitting next to me, reading a book. She realized I had woken up, and out down her book.
"Athelia!" She said.
"Annabeth," I croaked. My throat felt dry and raspy.
"Here," She said, and picked up a drink that was next to my table. She held it up to my mouth and I drank thirstily. I recoiled at the taste at first, but then I continued.
"Does it taste bad?" Annabeth asked, worryingly.
"No. It was just a surprising taste," I said.
"What does it taste like?" Annabeth said.
"Blue chocolate chip cookies," I said. "My foster mom used to make them all the time. She said they were her son's favorite. I guess I grew up loving them too." The drink started to make me feel warm inside, and I felt a surge of energy go through me.
"How do you feel?" Annabeth asked.
"Like I could cut Ouranos into pieces again," I said.
"Ouranos is already in pieces," Annabeth said.
I shook my head, and said, "Maybe. Maybe not. But, oh, what's his name… I don't remember, but he gathered up his pieces! I saw them," I said. I tried hard to remember the other voice's name in my dream.
"Luke!" I remembered, but then realized I had said it out loud.
Annabeth's expression darkened, a mix of sadness and anger on her face.
"We don't speak about Mr. Castellan," A voice said, and I realized it was Chiron.
"Castellan? Who is Mr. Castellan?" I asked.
"Luke Castellan. You just said that, right?" Chiron asked.
"I only know a Luke, and he saved me from Kronos," I said.
"Kronos?" Chiron asked, with disbelief.
"Uh…" I said stupidly.
It was going to be a long day.
A/N: If you didn't know, Ouranos is Kronos's father. Byyyeeeee!