Time. Time is running out. You cannot waste it. For if you do, our beautiful fields and delicate flowers will disappear.

Your trapped in a cruel game of hide and seek- with no where to hide. The darkness races, slowly catching up to you, consuming the world with it's black doom.

As I said, time is running out and you must run. Run away, or die. But from the Oracle's withered mouth, comes another choice. Charge the evil, defeat the source.

Drain it's power, turning it into a small black speck you can crush underfoot. She's not saying it's easy... Death looms over you, it's clawed hands ready to snatch you at a moment of weakness.

Are you still here? If you are, you must be the chosen one. The one to slay the beast and defeat the enemy. But the sun must go down eventually, and the moon has to come up, yes?

No. Because Time and Space itself has been captured, devouring what is left of mankind, mortal and monster alike. It's grin filled with malice, it sucks up all...

What? The gods? No, they certainly can't save us. By us, Camp Half Blood of course. The devil is spreading it's curse... So powerful, it destroyed Typhon with a single swipe.

Does it look like I'm kidding you dimwit? Time's running out, and I can already see the blackness... It's coming to get you, you know. The prophecy can't matter, how does a measly group of people kill something like that?!

There are stories and places you can not even believe to dream, even the mighty gods only know a sliver of information, but they refuse to tell us.

We are scared. Everyone is. Even the stupid mortals know something is wrong... It penetrates the Mist, revealing all to them. Half Bloods being hunted down and killed..

First it was tiny little 8 year old Mariah, wandering about the camp borders, picking flowers and shrilly singing. One second she was there, the next all that was there was a pile of shredded flowers.

All the clues we have was a thick black mist, and the stains of blood lying there. No one knows what happens to those who wander outside the borders- or even stick a finger out the borders.

It seeks out the worst monsters in Tartarus, beckoning them to come out. It disguises them... We can trust no one. I remember poor Erika, a dear friend of mine... A daughter of Zeus. She was missing for a day, then came back.

We didn't notice her red tinted eyes, her slightly forked tongue, her unusual extra skin...We were too relieved to notice.

Then everything changed. She grabbed Tajai, who was roasting a marshmallow at the campfire. She morphed into a terrible monster... A form of the darkness, and bit his hand clean off, sending bright red liquid everywhere.

She then slurped the blood up, and quicker then the eye could see... Bit off all his limbs, chewing them up and slurping up the blood, ending with his chest. She flung his terrified head towards a camper.

The monster was quickly killed, with my rage. She was one of my best friends.. Being a daughter of Ares, I didn't have many.

Erika's body was later found buried under the Hades cabin, her body flogged and dead. But the odd thing was... She had no blood in her. It was all gone.

It's hungry for half bloods, reaching across the world to murder them slowly and brutally... Grabbing them in it's cold tight fist, slowly suffocating them while it tears holes in their bodies, licking up the blood.

Yes, it's horrid but I must tell you. You must save the camp... Without a miracle... We're doomed. The gods withdraw, cowering in fear. We campers have no where to go.. No where to hide... Living in fear and hatred...

Help us, please. Before all of us are gone, before the breeze drifts through empty cabins, before blood and guts stain the camp. Help us... I am Scarlett Drafleur, and everyone is going to die.