Before I begin:

As much as I would've liked to, I do not own Percy Jackson Characters. They're owned by the amazing Rick Riordan. This is my first fanfic…so give me some constructive criticism! (Not too harsh, please) I already made eleven chapters…but give me some ideas anyway!

Thank you!

Percy Jackson…the war in the labyrinth.

Chapter 1: A Damned Vision

There was a shadow, lurking in…the shadows.

It checked all angles, checking to make sure it was alone. Then, it chucked something out of its pocket and set it down. It blazed neon green.

Greek fire.

The shadow turned, stepping into the fire's limelight, and was revealed to be a man; no, a teenager, with sandy blonde hair, an ugly scar across his face. His eyes shone gold.

Luke.

He focused on something in a corner; a someone struggling. They were tied to a post, Greek fire planted in vases, surrounding them. Then, the girl¾it was a girl¾screamed, "Where's the Luke I know! Where's the Luke I trust? Where's the Luke who sheltered me for years, swearing he'd never leave us!"

Annabeth.

Luke smiled wickedly. "That Luke is gone, Anna," said a deeper voice that wasn't Luke.

"Do NOT call me Anna! If Luke is truly gone, you have NO right to speak that way!"

"Anna! Anna! Anna! AN¾"

Something wet and slimy catapulted toward Luke-Kronos and hit him in the face. His head swiveled to the side, and he wiped the spit from his cheek. "Why, you little¾"

"AAAAHHHH!" Annabeth screamed in pain as the fire leaped up and grazed her leg. She wiggled, but the fire just rose, climbing her leg like a python. She screamed, loudly, but no one heard her. Luke(or, really? Kronos) laughed a deep, cutting howl, and raised his hands. The fire leapt, and Annabeth let out a piercing scream. Kronos pressed his hand into the wall, and holes opened in the bottom. Basilisks slithered out, their tongues flicking, spitting poison, blowing fire. One leapt over the fire and sank its teeth into Annabeth's arm.

She howled.

Kronos laughed, and left.

I woke with a start, a sick feeling in my stomach. I glanced around. Tyson wasn't here; he was supposed to come tomorrow…or rather, in a couple hours. I leapt out of bed, and changed real fast, into jeans and a Camp Half-Blood shirt. I ran to the Athena cabin and knocked on the door.

Jasmine opened the door, glaring at me coldly. "What?"

I shifted my feet wearily. "Um, I need to see Annabeth."

"She's sleeping."

"Please. It's important."

She rolled her eyes, muttering something about a head full of water, and went to go get Annabeth. Then she screamed.

I rushed in, and looked at Annabeth's bed. There was blood, specking from her pillow, to the floor, to the window, which was shattered. There was a clump of honey blonde hair, and a note attached: You'll never see her again.

It was just as I'd feared. Annabeth was gone.

Sorry it's sort of short; I have more planned. If you want anything to happen, just ask. Please review; i hope you like it!