Percy was sitting on the beach, enjoying the day. The Ares cabin were in the Sword Arena owning everyone else, the Apollo kids were on the ball court, scoring three-pointers like it was no big deal, and the camp warship was battling with a gigantic sea monster. A normal day. Suddenly, there was a small Crack!, coupled with the smell of fish.
Percy turned, and saw his father, Poseidon, sitting next to him. "Hey, Dad," Percy grinned."What're you doing here?" Poseidon did not return the greeting. He took a deep breath, and began talking without preamble. "Percy, have you ever heard of the Hunger Games?""Sure," Percy replied. "Great book, but a little too much gore and drama, not enough humor, if you know what I mean.""Well," Poseidon sighed. "It's real." Percy felt his happy smile slide off.
"What do you mean, 'It's real'?" "It is a fate brought upon by Ouranos' rebirth, but that's not important." Poseidon looked at Percy with deadly serious eyes. "I will now give you two choices: Stay here at camp, safe, sound, and bored, or go into this future world, to the 73rd Hunger Games, clear a pathway for the liberator, and be our savior . . . again." Poseidon finished, and looked at Percy with his eyes a harsh green color.
"Uhhhmm, I pick option Two. But if I like, die or something, do I get another four lives, like in a video game?" "No" Poseidon said bluntly."If you die, then all is lost." "However," he continued, "If you defeat all opponents, then I will transport you back, and leave a phantom of you, so that everybody else will think that you are still there." Poseidon finished, and looked at Percy expectantly.
Percy thought for a long time, almost ten minutes. "Fine, I'll do it. But with one condition: I get to bring two companions." Poseidon blinked once. "Of course!" He said in a confused tone. "I would have been surprised if you hadn't said that. Who would you like to bring?" he added questioningly. "Let's see. . . Annabeth as my district partner, and. . . Thalia!" Percy grinned. Maybe this wouldn't be that bad after all. But then a horrible thought occurred to him. "What happens if one of them dies?" Poseidon thought for a moment. "Then they will return here, but retaining all memories, and they will be unable to assist you." Percy breathed a sigh of relief."Anyway, I think that you chose wisely. You will need all the help you can get." For the first time, Poseidon grinned. "Your mentor will be a man called Brunner, and he-" "You mean as in ?" Percy asked, dumbfounded. Again, Poseidon grinned."Yes, Chiron managed to survive by winning the 45th Hunger Games. Now, your two friends will recognize you, and I will ask Morpheus to give the Gamemakers the idea of letting your trio triumph. . ." He paused. "Those of you that survive, of course." Poseidon stopped and looked at Percy. "You will wake up with Riptide (For that period of time in the arena, your sword can kill mortals) in your pocket and your shield-watch on your wrist. You will also find that you still have the Curse of Achilles. The mortals will think that you are an exceptionally quick dodger. Good luck, my son, and pray that this works." He snapped his fingers and the world went black.