The Disposable, Hated, Forgotten

Percy

No matter how hard he tried, Percy struggled to fall asleep that night. He just lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking, thinking about all he had been through and all that had happened to change him since he was twelve. He thought about all the hard times in his life, but also about the good times. He thought about Annabeth and her beautiful, blonde hair and her eyes that were grey, as grey as a storm cloud, but shining with intelligence. He thought about his friends, Jason, Piper, Hazel, Frank, Leo, Nico and Reyna, and all that they had been through together. Finally, he thought about his mom, and her shoulder-length, brown hair that was so beautiful. He thought about how much he missed her and how much he wished she could be there, in his cabin with him. Eventually Percy managed to fall asleep, but his dreams weren't pretty.

He was standing somewhere outside, in the midst of a battle. There were robots everywhere and he could smell the overwhelming scent of blood. It was making him nauseous and he wanted to curl up in a ball somewhere far, far away and cry, but he didn't. He saw a few people, fighting robots, and soldiers, he went in to fight them, but found he couldn't move, it was like he was glued in place. Percy was stuck watching a battle, not being able to help at all and he felt like he should be helping, like he should fight, but he couldn't. His dream zoomed in further and he saw that four of the things he had mistaken for people were actually turtles, but they had two legs, arms, hands (granted only with three fingers), and had extremely human like features. He turned around and saw a red haired girl, on the ground, not moving. But, she was alive, and she was staring at him.

"Percy, please, we have to help her." At first he thought it was Annabeth, but Annabeth didn't have a red streak in her hair. "Please!" She begged.

Suddenly a tall man in a uniform stepped up behind her and touched something on his wrist, Percy could only guess it was a watch of sorts, and the girl on the ground started to convulse with pain. Percy finally remembered how to move and reached out to the girl.

Percy sat up in his bunk so fast he hit his head on the ceiling above him. What was that? Who were those girls and those...things? Monsters? He couldn't recall any Greek myth containing humanoid turtles. Annabeth, she would know what they were, surely. He was already on his feet starting to get dressed, but he realized midway in putting on his pants that it was still dark outside and Camp Half-Blood had a serious thing about curfews. Oh well, Percy thought, I'll just have to try not to get caught. And with that, he finished pulling on some socks and shoes and quietly slipped out of his cabin, into the outside world.

Percy knew the way from cabin three to cabin six with his eyes closed, so the darkness didn't matter much. It was the harpies he was worried about, but luckily Percy knew how to dodge around them. It was simple, really, all he had to do was walk along the backs of the cabins, and around the circle until he got to the Athena cabin. The harpies rarely, if ever, check behind the cabins, so Percy knew he wouldn't get caught. It also helped that there was a window right by Annabeth's bed, that Percy knocked on gently and she'd wake up and open it.

When Percy got to cabin six, he knocked on this window, as quietly as he could while still making enough noise to wake up his girlfriend. The window opened and a very tired looking Annabeth looked through it at Percy.

"What is it this time?" she asked in a whisper.

"You need to hear this." Percy replied, "Can I come in?"

Annabeth stepped to the side of the window, knowing that she couldn't leave her boyfriend to the harpies. As soon as Percy was fully inside the cabin, Annabeth shut the window and sat down on her bed.

"So what is it you wanted to tell me so bad, you risked getting caught?" She asked. Percy sat down next to her and described his dream about the girl and the battlefield.