A Lost Soul

Part One - Narrator

All is quiet in the Poseidon cabin.
Water ripples peacefully around the walls.
"Percy! wake up, seaweed brain!" Annabeth urgently calls.
"Wise girl?" Percy murmers as he turns over in his bed.
He was having an excellent dream about him and Annabeth sitting on a beach, watching the sunset and then kissing passionately , silhouetted against the hot pinks and oranges and yellows.He doesn't want to wake up into a harsher reality than the one in his dream. He wants it to be this way forever, because if he wakes up, his life won't be the same.
"PERSEUS JACKSON, OUR CAMP IS UNDER ATTACK! I SUGGEST YOU MOVE YOUR BUTT OUT OF YOUR BED AND HELP OUR CAMP AND HOME!" Annabeth shrieks outside of my cabin.
Percy sits bolt upright in his bed."WHAT!!"
He yells.
He leaps out of bed, revealing a tanned upper body covered in scars. He rushes round the cabin, finding a t-shirt, trousers, socks and misplaced bits of armour. He grabs his sword, Riptide, and rushes out to the battleground.

As he surveys the scene, he wishes he'd never climbed out of bed.
Fallen campers are groaning in pain.
Hellhounds are running wild.
And worst of all-Annabeth is limping along , holding her right arm, which is soaked in blood.
I run up to her.
"Annabeth! Go to the infirmary!"
She shrugs me off.
"No Percy, we need to fight!"
As she finishies her sentence, a hellhound comes running over in a blaze of red and black.
Annabeth chooses that moment to faint.