Child of lightning-Percy Jackson X reader-Book three

My sister tries to kill me...AGAIN (This time featuring extra violence)

I could barely sleep after that. I just lied awake, stuck in my own head. Playing out all of the possible ways this could end. By morning I had just simplified it to two. Either we saved Annabeth...or we didn't. It was as simple as that. I couldn't be sure of what would happen in between those options, I only knew one thing. I was going to rescue my friend, no matter what I had to do to get to her.

Once the sun was fully in the sky, I jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes, combed through my hair, and sprinted out the door. I couldn't keep this in any longer. Sure, I had told Thalia the previous night but she wasn't exactly in the mood to talk it out. She had just kept asking me detailed questions, ones that I unfortunately didn't have the answers to. Eventually she just went back to sleep, somehow.

My feet led the way and before I knew it I was pounding on Percy's door.

"Percy?" I whisper-shouted, trying my best to wake him up while also not annoying the entire camp.

I stood there for a while. I knew he could be a deep sleeper sometimes but come on. I was literally banging against the wood.

"Per-"

His door flung open. He was a little bit of a mess. His hair all tangled and his clothes seeming to be picked at random. I smiled a little, he looked cute.

"Joey, last night I had this dream-"

"About Annabeth?" I raised my brow.

He just nodded. Things like this seemed to happen to us a lot. Somehow, we shared dreams. Not regular dreams though, only the crazy demi-god ones. I had never been sure why that was. I mean, we weren't related. No spiritual links had been made between us, like the one Percy and Grover shared. I guess the real reason we never figured that out was because whenever it came up, we were usually more concerned with the dangerous sight we had just recently seen.

After breakfast that morning, Percy and I explained our dream to Grover. We all sat in the meadow, the snow lightly falling on our heads. We were trying to take this all super seriously, but we kinda kept getting distracted. Every once in a while, a wood nymph would run right past us, a few satyrs following her tracks. Apparently, some nymphs had promised that if the satyrs could catch them, they would let them have a kiss. Those satyrs must have been pretty delusional to think they could out run a nymph. I mean even on the rare occasion that they could, the nymph would wait right up until the satyr was leaning in, and then she would turn into a tree. It was pretty funny to see a bunch of guys slamming their faces into trunks.

"A cave ceiling collapsed on her?" Grover asked us.

"Well...not exactly." I started. "The ceiling didn't look like a cave. To be honest with you, I have no idea where we even were."

Percy shook his head. "Even if it was a cave, what the heck does that mean?"

Grover said, "I don't know. But after what Zoe dreamed—"

My head snapped in his direction. "Wait a second...what did you just say?"

"Zoe, she had a dream last night," Grover started.

"Whoa. What do you mean? Zoe had a dream like that?" Percy asked, obviously referring to the one we had just recently experienced.

"I...I don't know, exactly," Grover said. "About three in the morning she came to the Big House and demanded to talk to Chiron. She looked really panicked."

"Wait, how do you know this?" Percy brought up a good question.

Grover blushed. "I was sort of camped outside the Artemis cabin."