Andromeda and Thalia dream

Go below,” Annabeth told me at last. “You need some rest.”
I nodded. My eyes were heavy. But when I got below and found a hammock, it took me a long time to fall asleep. I kept thinking about Annabeth ’s story. I wondered, if I were her, would I have had enough courage to go on this quest, to sail straight toward the lair of another Cyclops?
I didn’t dream about Grover.
Instead I found myself back in Luke’s stateroom aboard the Princess Andromeda. The curtains were open. It was nighttime outside. The air swirled with shadows. Voices whispered all around me — spirits of the dead.
Beware, they whispered. Traps. Trickery.
Kronos’s golden sarcophagus glowed faintly — the only source of light in the
room.

A cold laugh startled me. It seemed to come from miles below the ship. You don’t have the courage, young one. You can’t stop me.
I knew what I had to do. I had to open that coffin.
I uncapped Riptide. Ghosts whirled around me like a tornado. Beware!
My heart pounded. I couldn’t make my feet move, but I had to stop Kronos. I had to destroy whatever was in that box.
Then a girl spoke right next to me: “Well, Seaweed Brain?”
I looked over, expecting to see Annabeth, but the girl wasn’t Annabeth. She wore punk-style clothes with silver chains on her wrists. She had spiky black hair, dark eye-liner around her stormy blue eyes, and a spray of freckles across her nose. She looked familiar, but I wasn’t sure why.
“Well?” she asked. “Are we going to stop him or not?”
I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t move.
The girl rolled her eyes. “Fine. Leave it to me and Aegis.”
She tapped her wrist and her silver chains transformed — flattening and expanding into a huge shield. It was silver and bronze, with the monstrous face of Medusa protruding from the center. It looked like a death mask, as if the gorgon’s real head had been pressed into the metal. I didn’t know if that was true, or if the shield could really petrify me, but I looked away. Just being near it made me cold with fear. I got a feeling that in a real fight, the bearer of that shield would be almost impossible to beat. Any sane enemy would turn and run.
The girl drew her sword and advanced on the sarcoph-agus. The shadowy ghosts parted for her, scattering before the terrible aura of her shield.
“No,” I tried to warn her.
But she didn’t listen. She marched straight up to the sarcophagus and pushed aside the golden lid.

For a moment she stood there, gazing down at what-ever was in the box.
The coffin began to glow.
“No.” The girl’s voice trembled. “It can’t be.”
From the depths of the ocean, Kronos laughed so loudly the whole ship trembled.
“No!” The girl screamed as the sarcophagus engulfed her in a blast of a golden
light.
“Ah!” I sat bolt upright in my hammock.

SoM ch.13