Question: What is your favorite movie?

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That night I had a dream.

I was in a god's mansion. A girl with brown hair that goes down to her chest with a golden headband and matching dress with an intricate necklace stands in the corner of the room. Her complexion is fair but not too light, and her face is set deep in concentration. She is standing in front of an easel holding a simple black pen. I can't see what she is drawing.

A voice whispered inside my head. That is the oracle.

She didn't look anything special. She was the new oracle?

A man entered the room. I recognized him. He had sharp blue eyes that were slightly squinted, sandy hair that falls in curls and waves, and an upturned nose. Apollo.

He sat on the couch and watched the girl draw. After a few minutes, the girl puts down her pen and joined him. Apollo pressed a kiss to her forehead as he wraps her in his muscular arms.

"What did you draw, Hart?" he asked.

The girl, who I assumed was Hart, shrugged her shoulders as she snuggled into him. "Nothing."

The edges if my vision blurred. Then the dream exploded into nothing, like a wall being destroyed by dynamite.

I could only see black. A familiar voice penetrated the darkness.

"Sophie,"

I couldn't see the speaker, but I knew who it was. After all, she had raised me.

"You are doing well,"

Styx.

"Your mission is still for you to complete."

I tried to speak, but no sound came from my mouth.

"Artemis has been freed from Calypso's island of Ogygia."

Artemis? She was captured?

"Saffron has given herself to Calypso in exchange for the huntress' freedom."

Was Saffron gone now?

"You will go to the workers' party in a few days."

NO. That I was absolutely not doing.

"My agent will meet with you there."

Ugh, fine, I'll go to the stupid party.

My eyes flew open as I sat up in my bed, sunlight steaming through the window. I wiped a few beads of sweat off my forehead, then changed and went downstairs.

I found Jamila crying on the sofa. A woman sat next to her.

The woman had short blonde hair and light skin. She wore a shining silver tunic with a belt that had several sheathed daggers in it. A bow and a quiver of silver arrows leaned against the wall. She was Artemis.

"Excuse me," I said.

Jamila kept her head low, but Artemis looked up at me.

"What happened?" I asked.

Artemis led me to another room, away from Jamila.

"Saffron has been captured," she said.

I know that.