Day 3
She wasn't dead. Unless ghosts had heart beats, which she dearly hoped they didn't. She was feeling much better, almost as if it had never happened. She was in a large room; there was an old stiff bed in the corner where she had woken up. The bed had a couple old raggedy quilts on it, the walls were made of stone, and there was a side table with a lamp on it, beaten up book was on it too. She had yet to see what the title was yet. She was more focused on the wall where there was a small mirror, but that wasn't what had caught her attention, it was the pictures the mirror showed, Percy was talking with a young woman, she couldn't hear what they were saying. Soon after the girl shrugged and walked off of the screen, the image faded leaving her alone in the room again. But soon enough she heard foot steps outside the obsidian door. A women's voice could be heard,
"So do you really think the boy has the helm?"
"I believe so, who else is powerful enough to steal it." said a male voice.
Helm? Sally thought. She felt her eyes widen. Oh, gods. The helm of darkness. It suddenly became very clear where she was.
"If that is true that means he might also have the bolt."
"It is almost certain that he has it."
Bolt? She knew enough about Greek mythology to know what that was. She sank onto the bed. Percy was going on a quest. That much she deduced. The Master bolt and the Helm of Darkness were stolen, and Zeus and Hades thought her son was the thief.
"Please." she prayed. "Keep him safe."
A/N: I have never seen a fanfiction about this topic, so I think this might be the first. Any ways see you tomorrow for one more one shot.