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This is the sequel to Truth or Dare, except it is not humorous like that one. Now, before I do any explaining on the story and give out any beans (spill the beans? Get it now?), enjoy the story!

I dreamed about a creepy old lady. I was walking somewhere…I couldn't remember, but it was on the way back to home from Yancy, my old school (before I got informed that I was part god and everyone practically wanted to kill me).

I could see a fruit stand; yes it was definitely the same on the Fates cut the life string nearby. In fact, I could see them next to the stand…with their balls of yarn. The middle one smiled at me creepily and cut the string.

It didn't feel like last time she cut Luke's string. It felt….well, let's skip the 'I felt magical part' and get on with the 'I think I'm going to die' part.

I wanted to scream, but found that I couldn't move nor talk. Another creepy old lady waved her hand if she was cutting off an IM and I woke up, breathing heavily.

Percy's POV

That whole dream came back to me as I lay there, bleeding from a car crash. At least the Fates could've made me die a heroic death.

I could hear sirens wailing in the distance, people yelling into their phones. But I knew it was too late. I knew I was going to die, and there was no stopping it. I wonder how Annabeth felt…

I was too stupid to remember to write her a cheesy note about how I loved her and always would. I sighed, filling with mixed emotions. My eyesight started to go fuzzy. I knew it was too late, but I tried to get up. I groaned as pain spiked up my back.

Jeez, I thought, Even with the curse of Achilles, there are so many ways to die…

And that was the last thing I thought before everything went black.

Peter's POV

I sighed. Even thought I tried my best in school, my 'best' isn't very good, considering I'm a kid with ADHD and dyslexia.

Our teacher, Mrs. Black, smiled as I sat down in my seat. "Today, we are going to welcome a new student," she said, still smiling, "His name is Grover." A guy with a grey cap and a bad case of acne walked into the classroom. He looked at me and seemed puzzled.

He walked over and sat in the seat beside me.

I was kind of puzzled, because it was the last week of school and, well, our school doesn't usually welcome anyone who tries to get in this school in the middle the year, much less the last week.

After school, when I was walking home, Grover caught up with me. "Hey," he said, smiling. "Hi," I replied, not meeting his gaze. I was just feeling miserable today, because I got straight F's.

"You never told me your name," Grover said. I sighed and stopped. "It's Peter. Peter Johnson." Grover nodded slowly and we didn't say anything for the rest of the time.

When we reached my house, I stopped. I shifted uncomfortably. What should I say? 'Bye, Grover' sounded too cheesy, and 'I guess this is where we part ways' sounds too formal. I just decided to say nothing as I left Grover.

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That night, I dreamed of some really weird things. I was walking in a long tunnel, underground. This red-headed girl was leading me and this other girl, who had blond hair. She kept looking at me, irritated.

Then the scene changed. We were sitting in a café, and Grover was sitting beside me. He had a cup of coffee and was about to drink it when the birds on the cup flew away. I was shocked. Then Grover fainted.

Then the scene changed again. This was making me even more confused by the minute. I was walking towards a golden coffin. I put my hand on it, and it was cold. Very cold. Frost gathered on my fingers.

I reached into my pocked and retrieved a ballpoint pen, like I've done it a million times. I uncapped it, and was surprised to see that it grew into a three feet long bronze sword. I opened the coffin lid, and I gasped. Inside was a guy with blonde hair and a scar on his face who looked older than me, with a hole where his heart should be.

The next scene was even more horrid. The blond dude opened his eyes, but they were gold. The guy turned to look at me. "Do you like my new body, Perseus?" He asked. I knew, for some reason, that this guy was an evil maniac who called people the wrong names. I mean, my name's Peter, not Perseus!

So, I charged at him, sword raised. When it came in contact, though, nothing happened. I was surprised. The blond dude smiled and I flew backwards, hitting a wall. I groaned, got up to my feet, and ran. The red-head was waiting for me. "Percy!" she said, but then noticed the blond dude. She grabbed a blue hairbrush and threw it at him.

It hit his eye. "Ow!" he exclaimed. But this was a different voice, unlike the scratchy voice of the golden-eyed dude. The blond dude's eyes became blue for a moment, but then they turned gold again. "Get them!" He yelled, and time seemed to stop.

I woke up, gasping. Sunlight was streaming thorough my window. I quickly got up and got dressed. Opening the door, I found that Grover was waiting for me. I walked to school with him that morning.

"Welcome," Mrs. Dumlar said as we entered the classroom. "Now, pull out your textbooks and…" I didn't hear the rest of what she said, because I fell asleep. I had those same dreams again, except they were about different things. And one of them was about Grover in a wedding dress. But the weird they was, they always called me "Percy" or "Perseus" or "Jackson."

And I was sure I wasn't any of those.

Luckily, I woke up before first period ended. And, I managed to survive the next three days.

On the last day, I finally gathered up the courage to ask Grover the question. "Hey, Grover," I said when the bell rang. "Have you ever gone drinking coffee but then the birds on your cup flew away?" I asked.

Grover paled and, as quick as a goat (which I had no idea where that thought came from), pinned me to the wall.

"How did you know that?" He growled, glaring at me.

"Um, dreams?" I asked hopefully.

I'm guessing that he was about the kill me when suddenly, Mrs. Black walked over. "I've been watching you for a while…" She hissed, a forked tongue protruding from her mouth. Her waist down was a snake.

"A dracnae," I muttered, although I wasn't sure where that came from. (Whatever it's called, anyway)

Grover looked surprised and yelled, "Run!" I reached into my pocket instinctively. I could feel a ballpoint pen in my pocket. But before I could pull it out, Grover pushed me. "Out!" He cried. "Get out of here!"

And, to please Grover, I ran. But I wasn't sure where to run. So where I stopped, Grover looked at me, puzzled. The hissing of the monster brought me back. This time, Grover led us.

We ran all the way to a hill, the snake woman still trying to chase us. Grover led me up the hill and I could see a pine tree, with a golden fleece hanging from it. I wasn't surprised at all, even by the dragon curled around it. What is happening to me?

The snake lady, for some reason, could not attack us. Some magical barrier was protecting us.

"Peter," Grover panted, "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."

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