The Forgotten Olympian |BOOK 1| PJO X HP | Alexandra Marine

Chapter 31 - Alex - Dream Time

I didn't have time to argue. Percy, Dakota, Frank and I were assigned the same room/ dorm. Once we got in, Percy crashed onto the bed, followed by a silent Frank, and Dakota took out a bottle of Kool-Aid and started to chug it down. I sat on my new bed and sighed.

Within two minutes, Frank and Percy were snoring loudly. Dakota looked down from his bottle and stared at the two.

"He drools," Dakota said, sitting on his bed.

"I've noticed," I said. A moment of silence.

"Hey," Dakota called. He pushed a second bottle of Kool-Aid to me. "Want some?"

I couldn't help but smile. I shook my head. "No, but thanks for asking."

"I don't know what it's like to see your brother get sentenced to death by a god, but-" Dakota swallowed. "But I'm sure it'll be alright. Percy seems like a tough guy."

I nodded. "He is."

"And I'm sure that you'll do great helping us. I heard him. Mars. We all did. We'll need you."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that."

"Oh, you'll do great. Optimism is the policy? There's something like that."

I sighed once more. "Alright, I'm gonna crash," I said, fluffing my pillow.

"Alright. Good night."

"Good night."

That night I had weird dreams of large palaces, floating in clouds, golden shimmering light, and individuals who looked familiarly not familiar.

A man with a large golden bow and a quiver. He had blonde hair, brown eyes and a burning charisma that I could feel even from a distance. Next to him stood a woman with a silver bow and her quivers were filled with silver arrows, color coded. The woman was quite the opposite. She looked only twelve, but her face looked mature. Her silver hair fell to her shoulders, and her blue eyes sparkled brightly, like the moon.

"I am grateful for your help, Alexandra," the man said. "Let me repay you with whatever help I can provide."

The woman nodded. "Thank you for giving me back my brother. I will never forget this," she said. "I cannot be of much help, but-" she held out a large conch. "A small token of our love."

"What is it?" I asked.

"A conch that will surround you in darkness or in light, as you need it," the man said.

"It will help you disappear, and help you 'capture the spotlight' as Apollo says," the woman said, smiling. "Use it wisely. All you need to do is blow on the end."

She extended her hand further. "Your war conch. Bringer of fear and destruction," she said.

"And yet a tool of peace," the man said. "Blow it before the war and watch as your enemies cower in fear."

I took it in my hand. In an instant, it disappeared and became a small bead on my necklace. I nodded in thanks.

"We shall see you again, Alexandra. Perhaps sooner than you think," the man said.

I smiled.

The scene shifted. Darkness entered my vision. And light came on suddenly. I stood on the Field of Mars, looking up at the Berkeley Hills. Golden grass rippled, and a face appeared in the landscape—a sleeping woman, her features formed from shadows and folds in the terrain. Her eyes remained closed, but her voice spoke in my mind:

The goddess who led the Olympians against my son Kronos. Not much of a goddess now, are you?

She chuckled slightly.