Disclaimer: The following characters, setting, and previous canon material is owned by the author of the Percy Jackson series, Rick Riordan.

CAUTION: If you have things you dislike, or you have things you may extreme opinions supporting/against (EX: Percabeth, Thalico, Perico, Peraia, horrible tragedies, etc.) then you should "Stay Calm and exit out of this story". Wait, since everyone has some sort of pet peeve… uh oh.

Genres: Parody (?), Mystery, Tragedy

The theme today is Winter.

It was a bright and sunny day; the birds were chirping a gentle melody that greatly complemented the soft breeze that rolled through the strawberry fields, wind carrying the sweet smell and creating the ripples that were made when the mass of grass on the hills lulled back and forth. The perfect day for doom to happen.

"This needs more Purple Prose," someone murmured. Someone as soft as snow and as cold and merciless as the North and South Poles; the certain person just as devious as the earth itself yet lacking the seniority and power to rule. "I can't wait for the fun to begin, it's a bore having to wait to savour my victory," the certain someone giggled. And so, the mysterious, soft, fluffy, white, whiter than white, whiter than whiter than white figure, was gone with the wind, only leaving behind a whiter than whiter than whiter than whitish sculpture of itself that soon, also, blew away.

It was snowing. Quite a contrast compared to the hours before with the beautiful, bright day full of liveliness and festivities. While this weather would have been normal in any other place in New England, it would not be by Camp Half-Blood standards. The camp's enchanted barrier, created with the spirit of Thalia, somehow veered off all sorts of bad weather. Rainclouds skirted around the protected area. Along with storms, hurricanes, and especially snow, unless one of the camp counselors decided it was appropriate for Winter - no, a Blizzard in Siberia - during Summer.

"Let it go, let it snow, let the limpid tears flow; because here I am and here I go… Let the cold rage on, the storm never bothered me anyway; oh, yes, and conceal, don't feel, and be the good guy you always have to be!" one young camper sang.

"That's not how you sing it. And 'limpid tears'? Seriously? My Immortal much?" another asked in disbelief.

"Too bad, sucker! And guess what? Well now they know…! Let it go, let it sn - "

"Oh dear gods. Screw this, I'm out," the second camper muttered and walked away, into the blizzard that whirled the soft bits of snow here and there, leaving the first camper off to sing their beautiful and butchered masterpiece parody alone.

The second jogged through the foot deep snow. Odd, he thought, I'm not a meteorologist, but I know for a fact that snow can't accumulate that fast in the space of thirty minutes unless some god decided to let it go. Oh snap, I'm quoting the YOLO song again.

"Ha...hah…"

The second person turned around. Sea-green eyes flicked back and forth, attempting to determine the source of the sound, along with his ears. Nothing was seen, except for the flurry of snowflakes and the ever-lasting grey sky.

"W - who's there?" he demanded, taking out his glowing Celestial Bronze sword out of its puny pen container.

"Just me, great hero…" the mysterious voice lulled, "Oh, it's so cold outside, especially with this blizzard going around… Great Perseus Jackson, take a break… It will be a break you will always remember…"

"You… you're right, it's pretty chilly out here… Where's the place I should go?" Percy asked the disembodied voice.

"The Big House, hero… It's such a nice place…" the voice lulled on.

"So how am I supposed to know it's not a trap, huh?"

"Trust your instincts, it is not…"

A cold tingling sensation trickled across Percy's neck. Granted, he was standing in the middle of a mysterious blizzard, but this force… it was even colder…

"Fine, Mr. Voice, I'll go there," Percy said.

"Miss. I'm single, you know," it corrected. Percy swore that if the voice had a face, it would be winking like mad.

And so, with Riptide in hand, Percy trudged in the metre deep pile of snow, following the light radiated by the Big House, ready for any surprises that may have come.

He was not ready for this one.

A harsh laugh was carried away with the wind.

"Thank the gods I made it!" Annabeth gasped. She stumbled into the doorway, letting in thick, soft pieces of snow blow through. The daughter of Athena was greeted by a flickering fire and nine of her closest friends (or, at the very least, mentioned characters in the book) sitting by it. There was Travis and Katie, getting over their differences and huddling close together; then Colvis from the Hypnos cabin, softly snoring on the couch; Piper and Jason, Camp Half-Blood's darling couple, (much to Drew's and perhaps a many percabeth fan's dismay) sharing a large armchair; Nico being that socially awkward kid staring into space from a far corner; Leo failing to flirt with Hazel, even though she kept on insisting she was with Frank; and then, of course, Percy.

Percy, with his messy, dark hair, sea-green eyes. Percy, the one who kissed her under the lake, his lips tasting like the sea breeze. Percy, who stuck with her till the very end, surviving a 1v1 with Kronos and Gaia.

"Hi," Percy smiled. The loving smile made Annabeth's heart melt like the wax dripping off a lit candle.

"Hey, Annabeth! I didn't know you'd be here! You took forever, I mean, I get that there's a blizzard, but it doesn't take that long to to follow the light to get here!" Travis interrupted her thoughts.

"Follow the light?" Annabeth exclaimed, "It was white everywhere, I only had that really wierd voice nudging me toward the right path!"

Travis faltered, "Wait… You heard the voice telling you to head to the big house?"

"Yeah, I did, too," Percy said.

"So did I."

"Totally. Why'd you think I'd come here?"

"So, I take it that all of us were led by some disembodied voice to come here?" Annabeth asked her friends lounging around the fireplace. They all nodded.

"Okay then…" she trailed off, "Since the blizzard doesn't look like it's going to end anytime soon, any ideas to pass the time?"

"Why not truth or dare? It might be a bit crazy, but…" Percy trailed off.

It wasn't like Percy to suggest some stupid party game. What was going on with him? He's not in character… Whatever, at least this would kill some time.

"Why not?" Annabeth smiled, "Guys, sit in a circle. Who's starting first?"

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