Hey, guys. Sorry for the sorta late update. I'll probably be updating slower than I have in the past, but it'll still be at least once a week. Also, I have to be honest, this chapter is more of a filler chapter. Not so much drama, and really short. Not my favorite, but... yeah.

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I caught Annabeth before lunch, Kokkinos and Kitrinos in hand. "I need to talk to you," I said.

Annabeth scowled. "Mathew, I told you to leave me alone. I meant it."

Normally a comment like that would have made me panic, but I guess now I was mostly focused on the daggers. "It's not about that," I said quickly. "I had a dream."
"Talk to Chiron," she said irritably. Then she left.

Chiron was busy, though. Busy with war plans and arguing with Dionysus, teaching archery and scheduling activities. Lots of stuff. I was honestly kind of amazed he found time to do it all.

Which meant I had to try to convince Annabeth to listen to me. "Go away," she said when she saw me coming. It was free hour, and she was studying her Latin book in front of her cabin.

"Can you please just listen?" I asked, sitting down next to her.

Annabeth snapped her book shut and glared at me. "You haven't even said sorry yet," she said. "You cause me and my best friend to get into this huge fight - and we still haven't made up, by the way - then later you find me while I'm trying to think by myself, you - you come at me, and don't even apologize."

A swooping feeling filled my stomach. I guess I'd kind of forgotten about saying sorry. "I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I'm sorry for all those things you just said. But I had a dream last night, and I need you to tell me what it means!"

"I'm a daughter of Athena, Mathew, not Hypnos. Unless you saw a titan of some sort making evil plans to destroy us all, go away."

My dream certainly wasn't about evil titans. It felt more like a memory, honestly. Something that had happened thousands of years ago, a little faded on the edges but clear for the most part.

"You really think it doesn't mean anything?" I asked quietly.

Annabeth stood up and went inside her cabin.

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Right in the middle of arts and crafts with satyrs(our afternoon activity), a War Council was called. But a big one, apparently, one that all the senior counselors needed to be present for. Which meant that both Travis and Connor had to leave, because they were co-counselors or something. I have no idea how Connor managed to get himself made senior counselor, but whatever.

I found out what the meeting had been about later at dinner. Most of the counselors came back looking happy, and, if possible, excited.

Well, all except for three: Percy and Annabeth both looked grim, and Silena Beauregard looked stressed.

"What happened?" I asked Connor. He grinned.

"Can't tell you here, dude. Too many people. Follow me." He got up from the table and dumped his food in the trash, even though he'd barely eaten half of it and dinner had only just started maybe five minutes ago.

I copied him and followed him to the Hermes cabin, which seemed a little unnecessarily far to me. "Why are all the way over here?" I hissed.

Connor looked grinned wider. "I'm not supposed to tell anyone!" He whispered, and I rolled my eyes. Of course. "And…?"

"Well, apparently a few people were told like a week ago when they finalized the plan, and now the senior counselors are being told. And then they'll tell the rest of the campers like a week before it's supposed to happen."

"Right," I said. "And 'it' is…?"
"A mission," Connor explained. "Apparently the Princess Andromeda - Luke's ship, you know - is carrying the monster army on it. Like, the entire army. And now we have a plan to blow it up. And if we succeed… we might not even have to fight the war at all, because all the monsters will be gone! The gods will fight the titans, obviously, because they're too powerful for any demigod to defeat-"

"Wait," I interrupted. If what Connor was saying was true… if I might not have to fight in the titan war… My heart pounded. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Connor said, rolling his eyes.

"Who's doing it? Who's going on the mission?"

"Percy and Beckandorf, I think. Percy cause he has experience on the ship and it'll also be in the middle of the sea, Beckendorf cause he has all the fancy grenades."

Wait, I was trusting my life with Percy? No way! "We can't be trusting him with this," I snapped. "He'll screw it up!"

"He's the most powerful demigod at camp," Connor said, rolling his eyes. "The ship is in the middle of the ocean. He's a son of Poseidon. And even besides that, he's one of the only two people here who have actually been on the Princess Andromeda before."

My mouth opened, then closed. Unfortunately, I couldn't think of a solid argument against Percy being on the mission… but still. I was depending on him for this?

"I know you don't like Percy cause he and Annabeth are endgame-"

"Seriously?"

"But… dude. I know he can be a doof occasionally, but he can fight. He's the prophecy kid. Don't you remember the battle of the Labyrinth, last summer? You were there, right?"

I did remember the battle of the Labyrinth. Very clearly, in fact. It had been one week since I'd gotten to camp, one week since I'd discovered the gods existed. It had also been the first time I'd seen a real monster.

I'd been terrified. But Percy… he'd been a demon. No fear, no hesitation, just cutting down monsters like they were made of butter.

"Fine," I muttered. "But he's going to mess it up. You'll see."

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Annabeth didn't talk to me for a while. About three weeks, to be exact. That was okay, I guess… I had tried to kiss her. And it was getting close to the war, anyway. At least, the mission. Hopefully there wouldn't be a war. For the demigods, anyway.

Maybe I could put my feelings on hold for a little while, at least until this whole thing with the titans was sorted out.

On the plus side, Annabeth and Percy didn't seem to be talking very much either. I'd seen them make up at least once, but ever since then it was mostly just arguing and training.

But then the big fight happened. Chiron and Dionysus announced the news of the mission to the campers at dinner that night, informing them of who was going and what the stakes were. Most of them looked pretty freaked out, but a lot of campers looked… hopeful.

"This isn't likely to be a permanent solution," Chiron said gravely, "But we must hold hope. If all goes well, we will have made a significant dead in the titan army…"

He continued to talk, but I frowned. That wasn't what Connor had told me. Connor had said we might not have to fight at all.

I was distracted when I saw Annabeth slip away, though, pulling Percy with her. I scowled. Nothing good could come out of this.

Annabeth looked close to tears as she leaned against the wall of the pavilion, farther away from most of the campers and definitely out of ear shot. I ducked behind one of the pillars.

"Percy…" Annabeth said. She sounded more upset than I'd ever heard her.

"Yeah? Hey, what's up? I'll be fine, I promise! We'll blow up Luke's ship and come right back. Easy."

Overconfident, as always.

"Yes, but… the prophecy…" Annabeth tooka deep, shuddering breath. "You know I've read it, right?"

"Yes…" Percy said slowly.

"What if I knew… things? What if I'm afraid you won't come back? What if this is the last time I'm ever going to talk to you and we've been fighting the whole summer! What if-"

"Hey, Wise Girl, it'll be okay! I don't turn sixteen for another week and a half. The prophecy shouldn't happen until then, and… I'll probably get called for the mission before then. So." He wrapped her in a hug, but I could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

Annabeth gently untangled herself after a moment. "You should go," she said softly.

I blinked. I'd been waiting for this moment my entire life, for Annabeth to tell Percy to leave. But now? This didn't make much sense.

Apparently Percy thought so to. "What?" He asked blankly.

"Your family," Annabeth said. "You should… spend some time with them. Go downstate. In case this is the last chance you get to see them."

Percy was silent. My heart started thumping loudly. I'd been so caught up in whether I would survive, I hadn't even stopped to think about my dad and Kristin. What would they think, if I never came home?

"But - the mission," Percy said, plainly confused.

"You'll be nearby. You live in the area. Come on, Percy. You know you have to."

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Percy left the next day. Nobody questioned it, but he was pretty much the only one allowed to leave camp because he actually lived pretty close to camp and when it came time for the mission to happen, Beckandorf could easily fly on Blackjack and pick him up.

Normally I would have tried to hang out with Annabeth more, or at least take advantage of Percy's absence.

But I didn't. I couldn't. Everybody's nerves were high-strung, including mine. There was a chance we could avoid the whole war, if Percy and Beckandorf succeeded in blowing up the Princess Andromeda. There was also a chance we would all be dead within the week. It was the eleventh. Percy's birthday, the eighteenth, was one week away.

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That night, I had another dream. Because almost three weeks had passed since my last one I'd ended up believing Annabeth - that it meant nothing. Sure, the mystery of the knives was, well, mysterious, but there wasn't exactly anything I could do about it. Chiron was too busy to ask, and Annabeth refused to speak to me.

When I fell into that same bedroom again, I knew I was having another one of Those Dreams. For one thing, it had that same startling vividness. For another, the three sisters were there again.

The room had changed. More tapestries had been hung on the walls, and several dresses were laid out across the bed.

The sisters were about five years older, sure, but I could tell it was them: they had the same flowy dark hair, the same chestnut colored eyes. Three gold crowns still sat atop their heads. The major difference, though, was in the youngest.

The other two had filled out nicely, and grown into beautiful princesses - at least for fourteen and fifteen year olds. The third, though… she would've been thirteen by now. But she just shined in a way her sisters didn't. She was so cute, so innocent, so beautiful… like a star.

The oldest sister was shouting at the youngest, her eyes narrowed and hands on her hips. The middle one had her arms folded and was talking her older sister down. The third sister was crying silently,t standing still and taking her sister's words full-force.

"She does not understand! She should tell them they are mistaken, inform them of their wrong-"

"Calm, sister! They are mere rumors, whispers flitting about the townspeople! Nothing will come of them. I swear it."

"You would risk the gods' wrath, then? Risk condemning the kingdom?"

And the third sister just stood there and cried, not making a single sound. Gods, even her tears were beautiful. Perfect and shining… it made me want to hurt the oldest sister, for making the little girl feel that way.

I woke up, and the weirdest thing was, I still felt angry on the youngest girl's behalf.

Okay, I know, this chapter wasn't the best. Sorry about that. Hopefully it'll get better now that the whole titan war is starting. Also, let me just apologize for mistakes in the time line and how quickly things have happened when more time probably should have passed between events... cause I'm like ninety percent sure I made mistakes.

Also because tLO began with Percy on vacation with Rachel, he should've had to leave camp at some point. So if he was originally supposed to be visiting family, and then also visited Rachel... idk.

Thanks for reading, though!

-blackthornfam13