Prologue
Seven half-bloods shall answer the call.
To storm or fire the world must fall.
An oath to keep with a final breath
and foes bear arms to the Doors of Death
One other will come to the half-blood’s aid
Hestia, the hearth, the Olympians maid,
but the eldest daughter of earth and sky
The last who remains when Olympians die
A single child born from Hestia’s flame
Gaia’s terrible fire she will tame
Giants will flee at her unforeseen power
Her greatest downfall at the final hour…….
Amy’s eyes snapped open, and she sat up gasping for breath like a fish out of water. She pulled her knees to her chest and rested her feverish forehead on them.
“Its just a dream, its just a dream” she said over and over to herself until she got somewhat of a grip on reality. She shivered as she thought about her dream, and rested her head back on her pillow She looked at the digital clock that sat by her bed, which read 4:45 AM. Even though school didn’t start for three more hours, Amy doubted she could really go back to sleep after her dream. She rested her head back against her cushy pillow, her hands still shaking in fear. Whenever she had a bad dream, she forced herself to think of everything that couldn’t possibly be real in order to calm herself down. However scary or vivid the dream was, there was always something, a certain detail that she would never be able to spot when she was having her dream, but was obviously wrong when she thought about it later.
Usually Amy could spot the details, for she was frequently plagued with nightmares ever since she was little. She had been used to calming herself down after a bad night of the monsters and the darkness. For some reason, in all of her dreams those words were always repeated. She didn’t know what they meant, or why she heard the words over and over, but they were always there, no matter what else was happening in her dreams. She lay in her bed, thinking about the endless words and closed her weary eyes.
