I wish I could tell you that this time, I did not dream, but I did.

Theia was not there. Maybe she hated me now and had given up; maybe she was building her power from afar. Either way, instead, I saw a huge, blurry building, made up of a bunch of the temples on Olympus put together. And from afar, all I could make out were screams inside.

Then I was inside; it was a show of sorts. The Titan Army had taken over, and were making the gods dance like puppets, or torturing them in unique, hyper-specific ways. Athena was blinded and unable to figure something out as she heard her soldiers screaming. Poseidon was water boarded and Zeus was chained to a rock, forced to be attacked by vultures the same way Prometheus had.

It was the darkest dream I'd had in a while, just for the sheer cruelty of it all. And I didn't think - didn't think it was something Luke Castellan would actually do. Now Kronos - he would do it. These were his children he'd once eaten, after all.

Disturbed, I ran, attempting to escape the palace, but the guards caught me. Smiling like they were happy to be performing such acts of sadism, they dragged me into another room. Told me I'd have to be involved now, since I'd tried to escape. Told me I'd be next, once they finished with my father.

And my father - they had him hung up on a giant wheel, the kind with a bunch of different colors, where you spun it and the flicker landed on a choice. A free Frisbee, or a 15% off coupon. They spun the wheel, and the flicker hit Apollo's head over and over again, until finally it landed pointing at his shoulder. His torturer grinned; he held up a hammer-