Percy sat down by the beach, thinking about the future (if he lived long enough to have one, that is). Would he still be with Annabeth 5 years from now? He hoped so, that girl was amazing, but he'd always felt a little something for the child of Hades, Nico di Angelo
His thoughts were interrupted when Jason walked over from behind him and asked 'Hey, Perce, it's almost curfew. You should head back inside.'
'Yeah,' Percy responded, 'Yeah, I should.' He picked himself up and walked over to his cabin.
'Um... Dude?' Percy asked. Lying on the floor of Cabin 3 was Nico di Angelo, asleep on a pile of Percy's dirty clothes.
'P-Percy! I can explain!'
Percy raised an eyebrow, 'How so?'
'Well... It was Cabin inspection... and I got tired and fell asleep here.' Nico was lying through his teeth. 'Ok now bye!' Nico said hurriedly and shadow-traveled away.
'Man, that kid is weird.' Percy muttered to himself as he flopped onto his bed.
Percy's dreams were always weird, but this one was absolutely absurd. It started off with him on a bridge. He didn't know where he was, but he heard a deep, male voice very similar to Death's. Do not blame di Angelo. It is not his fault, it is simply the way they treated people like him back then, in the 40s.
'Who are you?' Percy asked. The air rippled and solidified into the form of a handsome man with a bow slung across his back. 'Cupid?' Percy asked, eyes wide with astonishment.
'Eros, actually. But yes, I am... Love.' Eros continued, 'Now as I was saying, when you awaken, visit Hades' boy. He does not hate you, you simply misunderstand him.'