There is a being more powerful than Chaos himself. The creator of creators. Little was known about this deity, except for its name, Cyrex.
Percy woke up with a start. He had a strange dream, being one that was repeating itself for the past three days. One of a hooded figure about 15 feet tall, gazing at a starfield. All the figure said after looking up from the field was, "Soon." But this time , instead of looking up, the figure looked right at him. Percy could not see any visible features on this being's face. But what shook him was what it said. "Now".
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Annabeth was worried about Percy. All she had to do was look at him, and she saw the troubled look in his eyes. "Percy, what's going on?" She asked, hoping to get the answer out of her boyfriend. "I've just been having this dream" he said, placing his and hers coffee on the café table. "It's of this figure, gazing into this nebula type thing, and he says the same thing before I wake up, 'soon'."
Annabeth sipped her coffee, listening with a strange interest. "I don know Percy, that seems kind of odd." Percy took her hand and looked her in the eyes. "If we have to go on another quest" he stated, "I'm going to kill whoever sends us on it."as soon as he said that, It seemed to Annabeth that there was a faint laughter in the wind, as if the fates knew something they didn't.
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Having gone through so much together, they couldn't imagine being seperated. That's why they share an apartment in New Rome. Percy tried too keep neat, while Annabeth just kept everything organized. As soon as they walked in, Percy plopped himself on the couch, Annabeth went in her room, and soon they both went too sleep.
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It was the same dream. The hooded figure was there, towering above Percy. This time it said something else. In a deep resonating voice, it stated, "Go, the creator awaits.". He awoke in a dark place. His first thought that went through his mind was Annabeth, he sat up quickly, and he saw her sleeping. Thank gods he thought. He took in his surroundings, they were moving, and he heard the sounds of rushing cars outside the walls. He took out Riptide, leering the glow illuminate the area. There were boxes and pallets laying around. Great he thought we're in a truck. Not the first time this happened. Besides being teleported by who knows what, this was similar to his first quest. Annabeth stirred and sat up. "Where are we?" She asked drowsily. "From the looks of it we're in a truck." Percy replied. Annabeth walked over to Percy and sat next to him.
"I had a dream similar to yours Percy." Annabeth said. "Yeah," he said "did yours say that the creator awaits?" She nodded." Well, we can only sit here for now, maybe we can sneak off when the truck stops." He suggested. She nodded again and leaned her head against his shoulder. "Wake me up when the truck stops, okay?" She said, yawning. He kissed the top of her head. "Sure thing Wise Girl."
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Percy woke up to the sound of squeaking brakes. Not the most pleasant sound, but it signaled that the truck stopped. He nudged Annabeth lightly and she opened her eyes. "Annabeth, we stopped." He said. "Okay, let's get out of here then." She said. They opened the truck door and slid out. Annabeth paused and looked around. "That sign says North Carolina.. From the looks of it, we're in a suburb of Charlotte, most likely Concord." She said. Percy looked at her and replied, "how do you know that?" She answered back "because there is a sign that says Concord regional Airport seaweed brain!" He looked at the sign. "Oh.".
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As they were walking through the town, they were looking for anything out of the ordinary, like 15 foot tall hooded figures. "You know, there are a lot less people in this place than New York." Percy stated. "Well duh seaweed brain, New York is enormous!" She exclaimed. "So where do you think that this 'creator' thing would be?" Percy asked. Just as Annabeth was about to answer him, a car came speeding by, and three gunshots rang out. They heard a scream and saw a teenager about the age of 16 laying in a pool of blood.
Percy and Annabeth ran up to the boy, who was still breathing and wincing in pain. He had shaggy, sandy blonde hair, a muscular build, and hazy green eyes. He wore cargo pants and an oversized white tee shirt. He looked homeless. "Oh gods!" Annabeth quietly said. Percy looked for the bullet wounds and only found one, right in the thigh. "Can you see and hear me?" Percy asked the boy. He nodded, and said through pained breaths, "yeah, I just got shot in the thigh, but im fine other than that." " okay, what's your name?" Percy asked. The boy replied "Harrison, the names Harrison." Percy replied "okay Harrison,we're going to get you to a hospital, okay." "No! If I go to the hospital, the cops will take me in!" He half yelled. Percy, who started to put pressure on the wound looked around the surroundings. A gas station, a Taco Bell, and a few other run down buildings, and he didn't think that tacos will help at all. "Why would the police be after you?" Percy asked. He looked at him, and even through the pained look on his face from the gunshot wound, he looked almost like he was about to spill out a long story. To Percy's surprise he kept it simple. "Let's just say I see things that others can't ." He had a slight country accent. Percy looked over at Annabeth and they both realized what had to be said. Percy looked back down at Harrison. He took out some nectar and poured it on the wound. It instantly healed. "So Harrison," Percy started "you know about the Greek gods..."