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Disclaimer: I may or may not be RR. Probably not. Okay, no.

Half-blood dreams suck. I mean, okay, they're useful, but that's only because they inform you on all the awful stuff happening in your life. I almost never like my dreams, but I've learned to use them to my advantage a lot.

Last summer, however, started off with a dream I never wanted to - or thought I could - see. My dad was in chains. Poseidon, the all powerful, immortal, restless god of the sea was being held in chains in a dark dungeon. I've seen gods held captive before, but the really scary thing about the dream was the fact that he was being held underwater. Don't ask me how I know, probably some freaky son of Poseidon sense, but I could tell that we were in the ocean. I could feel the water moving around me even though I was in a dream. I didn't think there was any way that someone would capture my dad, let alone in his own territory, but there he was.

And he looked terrible. He looked...old. And I know he was old, but he was also immortal so he never looked it. But now his beard was longer and white instead of black. He looked paler than normal and frail. Instead of his normal Bermuda shorts and fisherman's shirt he wore heavy Greek armor. If I hadn't known who he was, I would have been surprised to see him be able to lift the armor because of how frail he looked.

My dad looked up and caught my eye. His own eyes widened with...fear? He looked at me so definitively that I had to look down to see if I was actually standing in the room. Big mistake. I'd never actually thought about my body during dreams before, but there was nothing there when I looked down. I was basically just a floating pair of eyes. I grimaced at that thought and looked back at my dad. He was still looking at me, and I realized he must be able to sense that I was there- or I was dreaming about it anyways.

Just as I was about to say something and see if he could hear me, he spoke to me. "Perseus, don't. Don't come. He's too strong." I was about to ask what he meant when a voice resonated throughout the room. The voice was filled with power and seems to whirl around the room as chaotically as the ocean itself. The voice spoke forcefully. "He's right of course, Perseus. I'm much too strong for a god to defeat, let alone for you. But knowing you and your fatal flaw, you will foolishly try anyways. I will enjoy your death soon enough. Now, wake, and enjoy yourself for a little longer."

I woke up with a start. I breathed heavily as I thought about my dream. It was rare that anyone was able to sense when I was dreaming about them, but two people in one dream? That's just unfair. I mean, a demigod has to have some advantage right?

A knock on the door forced me to stop thinking and get up. I walked over to the door and threw it open ready for some bad news about my dream, but there was no one there except for a girl from the Aphrodite cabin. I think her name was Claire.

"Good morning Percy," Claire said brightly. "You're looking good today."

I looked down and realized I was shirtless, wearing only a pair of khaki shorts. My hair was probably also messed up, but I didn't really concern myself with that. Then again, I never did. "Oh, umm... Let me go put a shirt on really quick." I said as I blushed furiously.

Claire pouted cutely. "Well there's no need for that! I just have to deliver a quick message anyways. Chiron wants to see you in the Big House."

I sighed mentally. Maybe I still would get some bad news about my dream.

My face still a little red, I thanked Claire and closed the door. When I was sure she had gone down the steps I changed into my regular jeans and camp t-shirt and jogged down to the Big House.