Percy Jackson and The Sands Of Time

| Chapter 7 || It's My Quest, Too |

"But how do you know of the prophecy, it was only foretold today, and you have been imprisoned."

"Do not underestimate my power, young one. I do not know from which future time you come from but know this: now, we are at the greatest we have ever been. The humans worship us as they should. They offer only the best of their meals as sacrifices, and in return, we give blessings to their fields, and homes, and livestock. Even in this state, I am far more powerful than I look."

"My lady, I'm probably going to wake soon, but my plan is to leave the camp and follow the three on their quest. Where should I be headed? Where are we?"

Hera sighed. "Alas, I do not know, young one. We are at a mountain peak, and on clear nights, I know that we are north, but that is all I can say. We are still in Greece, that much is clear from the power this soil holds, but which of its many peaks we are on, I know not."

Percy felt himself being pulled away, It was just a subtle tug, at the back of his chiton, like someone had grabbed a hold of him. "I'm to leave soon. Be safe, my lady."

"How safe can I be in this wretched place? My life force is waning, though ever so slowly. Hurry to my rescue, young one, and you shall be rewarded."

"I don't do this to be rewarded," Percy admitted. "I've been awarded enough to last a lifetime, and I don't want any more of it."

"Then why do you plan to follow your brothers on their quest? Surely not because it is your prophecy?"

Percy paused for a moment, trying to think of the right words. "I'm doing this because it's right. Because it's what Annabeth would want me to do. Even though you aren't her favourite goddess, she wouldn't leave you here to be held captive by these gruesome creatures."

"Annabeth? Your loved one, I take it?"

A smile graced his lips. "Yes. At least, I hope so. We never got the chance to really talk about how we felt. We shared a single kiss, but only because she thought I was about to die. Then, after that, everything was so crazy..." He paused, thinking of the war against Kronos and his Titan brethren. He shivered.

Suddenly, the tug turned into a harsh yank, and Percy fell back several feet from the goddess. "I will be back, my lady!" he cried before being pulled away from the mountain altogether, thrust into a dark place for a split second, where he heard Kronos' cruel laughter, then he was sitting up, eyes wide. He was back in his cabin, in his bed, with his brothers standing over him.

"Percy?" asked Neleus. "Are you alright? You were having a nightmare."

I shrugged off his hand. "Just a vision. Demigod dreams, you know?"

They looked at me blankly.

"You've never had them?" I asked, confused.

Both shook their heads. Wow. The life of a demigod must be great in these times. No dreams, no worry about dyslexia. No worry about hiding your true self from everyone else in your life. Then again, the monsters were a lot stronger, or at least, that's what I assumed, seeing as it was such a big deal whenever someone slew it.

"Anyway, we just in to go to bed. You missed dinner, but seeing as you were tossing and turning, we just wanted to make sure you were okay before turning in for the night," said Aegnor.

"I'm okay, thank you. I might stay up a bit longer. Not tired after that nap, you know? Goodnight."

They both nodded and went to bed, which made Percy's job way easier. As soon as he was sure they were sound asleep, he grabbed a bag and packed a few things - not that he had anything to pack - and snuck out of the cabin, closing the door as softly as he could behind him.