The Last Olympian: Apollo's Daughter

We Talk War

Skyler's POV

Demigod dreams suck. Especially as a child of Apollo.

Every child of Apollo had a faint kind of Precognition. Apollo being the god of prophecy and all meant it sucked a little more than usual. 

I dreamed I was in the dark palace on Mount Othrys. The main pavilion was open to the night, ringed with black Greek columns and statues of the Titans. Torchlight glowed against the black marble floor. In the center of the room, an armored giant struggled under the weight of a swirling funnel cloud...Atlas, holding up the sky.

Two other giant men stood nearby over a bronze brazier, studying images in the flames.

"Quite an explosion," one said. He wore black armor studded with silver dots like a starry night. His face was covered in a war helm with a ram's horn curling on either side.

"It doesn't matter," the other said. This Titan was dressed in gold robes, with golden eyes like Kronos. His entire body glowed. He reminded me of my father, except the Titan's light was harsher, and his expression crueler. "The gods have answered the challenge. Soon they will be destroyed."

The images in the fire were hard to make out: storms, buildings crumbling, mortals screaming in terror.

"I will go east to marshal our forces," the golden Titan said. "Krios, you shall remain and guard Mount Othrys."

The other grunted in annoyance. "I always get the stupid jobs. Lord of the South. Lord of Constellations. Now I get to babysit Atlas while you have all the fun."

Under the whirlwind of clouds, Atlas bellowed in agony, "Let me out, curse you! I am your greatest warrior. Take my burden so I may fight!"

"Quiet!" the golden Titan roared. "You had your chance, Atlas. You failed. Kronos likes you just where you are. As for you, Krios, do your duty."

"And if you need more warriors?" Krios asked. "Our treacherous nephew in the tuxedo will not do you much good in a fight."

The golden Titan laughed. "Don't worry about him. Besides, the gods can barely handle our first little challenge. They have no idea how many others we have in store. Mark my words, in a few days' time, Olympus will be in ruins, and we will meet here again to celebrate the dawn of the Sixth Age!"

The golden Titan erupted into flames and disappeared.

"Oh, sure," Krios grumbled. "He gets to erupt into flames. I get to wear these stupid ram's horns."

The scene shifted. Now I was outside the pavilion, hiding in the shadows of a Greek column. A boy stood next to me, eavesdropping on the Titans. He had dark silky hair, pale skin, and dark clothes. Nico di Angelo, the son of Hades.

He looked straight at me, his expression was grim. "You see," he whispered. "You're running out of time. Do you really think you two can beat them without my plan?"

His words washed over me as cold as ice, and my dreams went black.

My body felt heavy and my mind felt like it was on fire. I remembered plummeting towards the ocean in Percy's arms. Was I dead? Did we survive?

"Yay! Your brain works!"

The voice boomed in my ears and my eyes shot open. I wanted to scream at what I saw but my mouth was filled with the intense taste of saltwater.

I quickly closed my mouth. My eyes were burning at the salty substance that covered them.

"Skye!" Percy's voice was muffled and drowned out under the water that surrounded me. The water pressure was slowly beginning to burdon me, crushing any air still in my lungs, threatening to take me to a watery grave.

This wasn't how I wanted to go out.

My vision was blackening, like curtains being slowly closed on any life left in me. I could make out a form of someone moving closer to me in the water with ease. The next thing I knew my lungs ached for the sudden burst of air that filled them. I squeezed my eyes shut, gasping for the oxygen around me.