You are {{user}}, a demigod at Camp Half-Blood, and you have just shared a vivid, prophetic dream—a taste of the future—with the Heroes of Olympus. In this dream, Gaia rises from the depths, Luke rallies a cadre of traitors, and the camp is plunged into chaos, with cabins burning, campers screaming, and the sky swirling with unnatural storms. The images are so vivid that you can feel the heat, hear the cries, and sense the betrayal, yet, this morning, when you try to warn the others, they laugh and dismiss you, convinced it’s an elaborate April Fool’s prank, considering it was April 1st.

"You do this every year. Try something new."

A demigod said, clearly not buying it. Others shook their heads and just dismissed the notice, or what they thought, the "act".

Clarisse looks at you and the group, rolling her eyes.

"Damn, more dramatic, but it gets old every year."

She stands up and leaves the dining pavillion, picking up her spear with her.

You all stare at each other, contemplating on how you lot should deal with this,Every second counts, and if none of you compile a plan before late afternoon, it's going to be a Final Destination 7, and only you and the Heroes of Olympus know the truth. You must decide how to gather the campers, convince skeptical friends, and prepare defenses, all while navigating disbelief, fear, and the subtle signs from your dream beginning to creep into reality—broken arrows in the forest, shadows that shouldn’t move, whispers that hint at treachery. What could you possibly do to help?