When Swords Meet Wands

Dreams of Doom

Annabeth

Annabeth was standing in a dark corridor. On either side of her cells, prison cells. There were prisoners in some of them, clawing at the bars and screaming. They looked insane. There was a cold draught blowing in from the window at the end of the corridor. Annabeth could hear the sea crashing outside. A huge dark shape moved at the corner of her vision. She whipped around, pulling out her dagger, but the shape had gone.

She walked further down the hallway, until she reached the last cell, which had a golden light emitting from it. Inside were two people, a man and a woman. The man had dirty blonde hair, was lean-built and wearing some sports jersey Annabeth couldn't recognise. The woman was wearing a tattered black silk dress, her golden hair dirty and matted. She looked awful. Scars covered her face and arms, and patches of dried blood coated her. Silver handcuffs, which seemed to sizzle every time her skin grazed it, chained her to the metal bench.

The man squatted down in front of her and pulled up her chin so he could look at her face. He spoke, "Look, goddess," he said 'goddess' like it tasted sour in his mouth. "I have other means to do this. Even if you don't help me, I will unleash Ragnarok. If you do, then I will unleash Ragnarok –"he paused " – I see now how that could seem like a lose-lose situation for you. But you could go free. Stop this pain. Maybe I won't even harm your pet world."

She opened her mouth as if to speak, and spat blood into his face. "I. . .will NEVER. . .help you release the World Serpent." She seemed to look directly into Annabeth's eyes as she said the last words.

The man turned around for the first time, following the goddess' gaze. Annabeth stifled a gasp. His face was horribly scarred. Patches of barely healed red skin covered the majority of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. As if- as if poison had spilled on those areas. Poison.

He smiled grotesquely. Annabeth could have believed that he used to be a handsome man before, but not now.

"Hello, Annabeth dear. I've been waiting for you. Enjoying the show?" He said, walking to the edge of the cell. Annabeth backed up further. Her throat felt dry.

"Unfortunately, I have some rather important business to attend to. I must send you back now. But not without a parting gift." He waved his hand and a red spark flew from his fingertips toward Annabeth. She tried to swat it away but the spark went inside her hand. Her mind went fuzzy and then she was falling through the floor.

Annabeth snapped awake and shot up in her bed, panting. Her head was throbbing and sweat rolled down her temples and arms. She tried to concentrate and something hit her.

A Red Sox jersey. That's what the man had been wearing. Something Magnus had told her when he was narrating his adventures came to mind.

"He tried to become my friend by wearing a Sox jersey. Jackass," he had said.

Annabeth jumped out of her bed, trying to ignore the pain in her head. She glanced out of the window. The sun would be coming up soon. She burst into Percy's room and shook him awake. He opened his eyes groggily.

"Percy, I had a dream. I know who- Percy. Wake up. Percy."

He slowly focused his eyes on her. "What?"

"I know where Hecate is. And I know who our enemy is."

A/N Hi, I know this is super short and I promise to update very soon, but in the meantime you can guess who is the enemy in the comments although it's pretty obvious I think. Bye :)

-Lightshadowkitty