DISCLAIMER! if I wasn't I wouldn't be writing this, duh.
Percy's POV:
A normal teenager would worry about homework or overprotective parents. Me? no. I worry about monster attacks, saving the world, and evil immortals. If this doesn't rig a bell, GO READ THE BOOKS MY FRIEND RICK WROTE ABOUT ME! ahem, thank you…on with the story…
"Nico!" I snapped, glaring daggers at my cousin, and holding out my hand. He rolled his eyes and handed me his sword. He sighed then, giving in, I could tell. My eyes stung.
"I'm sorry Percy…" He said, looking downward. Blood dripped from his sleeve and landed on the ground, gods, it hurt to see that. I picked up his cut wrist, and bandaged it, making my sadness and disappointment quiet, knowing it was irritating the crap out of him.
"We'll talk later. Dinner's in five minutes, make yourself look like you didn't just nearly bleed to death." I said, and walked away slowly, tears dripping down my cheeks. A young woman suddenly appeared in front of me…wait…Hera. What the…? then the world went black
the dream shifted
" Hello, Perceus Jackson." A sleeping creepy lady said, smiling. She was standing. Sooo not natural. She smiled.
"The ghost king dies at the stroke of midnight. Unless you meet me in New Orleans, in the cemetery." She whispered. I did the logical thing. I screamed some interesting things at her.
"PERCY!" Hazel yelled, shaking my arm. I sat up faster than anyone ever should. I was covered in cold sweat, and I was breathing heavily.
"What?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. I noticed Frank looking at us worriedly. Hazel's eyes were wide. She had that scent of Hades, like death…but her's was fainter, more rich. Like nico The thought entered my mind without calling, and instantly my eyes stung. Hazel was studing me like I was insane.
" 1) you were screaming in your sleep 2) before that you muttered something about a dark blood covered blade and a forest 3) you muttered my brothers name. Spill" She ordered. I frowned.
"Just a bad dream…an old memory…the night I disappeared…I was talking to Nico…" I said slowly, shrugging.
" What about the blade thing? You disappeared?" She asked, eyes wide with worry and shock. I sighed.
"He can tell you, Nico would kill me if I told you…as for the disappearance thing, I have home….not the roman camp…long long story. I almost remember it." I said angrily. She glared at me. She must know something.
" Percy if you don't ell me I swear…"She said leaving the threat hanging. I jumped up, and spoke to her in my I-am-all-powerful-and-I-will-bash-you-if-you-dont-obey voice,
" Hazel, we need to go the cemetery the second we dock at new Orleans." She raised her eyebrows.
"Why?" She asked, and I could tell Frank was trying to ignore us, and he was slightly freaked out.
" The ghost king's life depends on it." I said, asking praying she didn't know I mean Nico. She gave me a WTF look.
" I'll explain later, he's an old friend of mine…" I said, sighing in realief.
A/N ( How do you like it? This is just the prologue, by the way…sorry about the depressing stuff…I'm just sorta that way)