Everyone is asleep in there cabins from just celebrating the 1st anniversary of defeating Gaea in the Dining Pavilion. They ate, they drank, they made their godly parents proud. But it was midnight, and everyone was asleep in their bunkers probably dreaming of something terrible or their first kiss with boys. Whatever. Or boys fighting monsters, etc. But there was one demigod who left a special weapon back by the camp. Stheno and Euryale were at the border, watching the magical mist sway back and forth. Stheno sneered, "This will be easy." Euryale snatched the tool quickly and shoved it into the boundary, making a small hole that was defensless for monsters to sneak in. "Nice job," Stheno complimented, stepping through the hole and taking in the fresh smell of demigod blood. "Can we eat everyone? That can't do anything to us!" Euryale asked impatiently. Stheno hissed, "No! We're only here to avenge our sister, remember? Fine the Poseidon cabin."
Meanwhile, Percy was wide awake in his bunker, staring at the ceiling while his stomach hurt. Man, all of us ate a lot of food today. Blue food was still the best though. He rolled on his side, closing his eyes but was still awake trying to sleep.
Stheno and Euryale scouted the cabins, looking at them all. "It's a trident, right?" Euryale asked nervously of the fear of being caught. Stheno facepalmed. "Oh course it is retard!" She hissed, whacking his sister upside the head. "There." Stheno marched up to the cabin with seaweed vines like ivy swivelling down on the walls, a huge trident symbol above the wooden door, and a fish knob. Stheno slowly opened the door, and a small creak occured, making Euryale wince.
Percy rolled over so he was on his back, but his hairs were straight up from the tingly feeling of being watched. Don't be silly, no one is watching you. Might just be Annabeth coming... His thoughts were cut off quick by pressure slamming down on his wrists, and his eyes shot open. He tried to cry out, but something was shoved hard inside his mouth and tied behind his head. He struggled to get out of a grip, but then a sack was wrestled over his head. He tried to scream out behind the fabric until he felt something prick his neck and he was paralyzed, but still awake to endure the pain. But as his vision was completely blank and dark, he felt both his wrists slammed together and something scratchy binded them together. Typical. It's rope stupid. His captors did the same to his feet, whoever they were.
Stheno and Euryale approved of their job, and picked up his limp body as they scurried out of sight and through the whole, retreating from Camp half blood, Percy's home. And he was stolen from it.