𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝔼𝔸'𝕊 ℂ𝕌ℝ𝕊𝔼 | ʟ. ᴠᴀʟᴅᴇᴢ

105

"DREAMS CAN'T HURT YOU"

Y/N

~Ψ~

Chiron said nothing. He watched everyone ponder and worry about what was coming. Though he wasn't allowed to say much that didn't stop you from being annoyed.

"Hera said she'd been trying to break through her prison bonds for a month." Jason remembered.

Taking in his information a thought occurred to you, the pieces were all falling into place.

"That's how long Olympus has been closed," you realized, "so the gods must know that something's going on."

Jason's eyebrows were furrowed. "But why use her energy to send me here?" He asked. "She wiped my memory, plopped me into the Wilderness School field trip, and sent you a dream vision to come pick me up. Why am I so important? Why not just send an emergency flare to the other Olympians? Let them know where she is so they busy her out?"

His questions were valid, what Hera was doing didn't make sense. But then again, when did Hera ever make sense?

"The gods need heroes to do their will down here on earth," Rachel said, looking to Chiron. "That's right, isn't it? Their rates are always intertwined with demigods."

"That's true," Annabeth agreed, "but Jason's got a point. Why him? Why take his memory?"

"And Piper's involved somehow," you added. "Hera sent her the same message—Free me." You glanced at Annabeth, a thought occurring to you. "This must have something to do with Percy's disappearance."

You still couldn't remember the contents of your dream three nights ago, but the timing was too suspicious to ignore. Demigods never had normal dreams, so there was a high chance that you were involved in this too. It was something that you wanted to share with Annabeth, but you couldn't bring yourself to. But after these three weirdos showing up, you couldn't put it off any longer. You would have to tell her about it later.

Annabeth fixed her eyes on the old centaur. "Why are you so quiet, Chiron? What is it we're facing."

Everyone's eyes went to Chiron. The Centaur looked like he had aged ten years in a matter of minutes. The lines around his eyes were deeply etched. "My dear, in this, I cannot help you. I am so sorry."

Annabeth blinked, she involuntarily took a step back. "You've never. . . you've never kept information from me. Even the last great prophecy—."

"I will be in my office." His voice was heavy as he cut her off. "I need some time to think before dinner. Rachel, will you watch the girl? Call Argus to bring her to the infirmary, if you'd like. Annabeth, and Y/n, speak with Jason. Tell him about—about the Greek and Roman gods."

"But. . ."

The Centaur turned his wheelchair and rolled off down the hallway. Annabeth's eyes turned stormy. She muttered something in Greek about centaurs. Much too inappropriate for you to translate. You put your arm around Annabeth's shoulder, pulling her close.

Hopefully she'll calm down.

Chiron is the closest thing Annabeth had to a father figure growing up. Him not trusting her must've hit pretty hard.