𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 • 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯

Poseidon's Fishy Palace

Y/n's Pov:

Demigod dreams suck. 

The thing is, they're never just dreams. They've got to be visions, omens, and all that other mystical stuff that makes my brain hurt. 

Thankfully (and strangely) my dreams weren't about my mothers. 

I dreamed I was in a dark palace at the top of a mountain. Unfortunately, I recognized it: the palace of the Titans on top of Mount Othrys, otherwise known as Mount Tamalpais, in California. Just imagining the name gave me shivers. 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 centre of the room, an armoured 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 armour 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 Apollo, God of the Sun, except the Titan's light was harsher, and his expression crueller. "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 ram horn dude grunted. "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 woman stood next to me, eavesdropping on the Titans. She had y/h/c silky hair, y/s/c skin, and a Greek chiton—my mother, Elizabeth Hunter. 

She looked straight at me, her expression grim. "You see, Y/n?" she whispered. "You're running out of time. Do you really think you can beat them without controlling your powers?" 

Her words washed over me as cold as the dark side of the moon, and my dreams went black. 

"Y/n?" a silky voice said. 

My head felt like it had been microwaved in aluminium foil. I opened my eyes and saw a large shadowy figure looming over me. 

"Beckendorf?" I asked hopefully.