~hello! I've been racking my brain nonstop for a cool fanfiction and I think I found one to do… here it is!

Annabeth's PoV

I was stuck in a box, and I didn't like it at all. It was a huge metal one, like I was trapped inside a safe… I didn't like it at all, again, that's for sure.

Have you ever been stuck in a metal box? I don't know how I got there, but suddenly I just was there. It was really weird, and I just wish I could get out of it.

I felt like there were boxes next to me, two. Five, in fact, around me. I felt someone was in each of those boxes too. I would free them, if only I could get out.

I pushed on the front wall of the box, and then, it fell on the ground. The whole box dislodged and vaporized. But I knew I wasn't the one who caused it.

A huge booming voice echoed throughout… wherever I was. It was feminine, and it/she said, "Welcome, gods and goddesses, demigods and demigoddesses, to the board game of the millennium!"

Wherever I was, I stared around myself. I was on a huge tile. and five people stood next to me. Percy, thank gods, and Nico. Jason was there, and Reyna was there. And that last person, about a yard away from me… who was that? Leo, I think.

Each of us were glowing a different color. I stared at my body. I was silver. Percy was blue, Jason yellow, Nico black, Reyna purple, and Leo red.

Where was I though? It was like I was shrunken and put on a honeycomb. A flattened honeycomb. Hundreds of octagons were spread out before me, and I was standing on one. On the middle of them all.

Then I looked up and shuddered. A bunch of gods and goddesses looked down at me. Ares, and Zeus, and Hephaestus, and Poseidon, and Hades, and my mom Athena.

And Nike. Nike was there too. Why her? I think she wanted revenge.

"Yes, Olympians," she continued, "welcome to the game! You are in front of a giant board. See those playing pieces?" She pointed at the six of us. "You get to choose. Who would you like?"

My mom crossed her arms. "Obviously the smarter deities will choose their children." She waved her hand and an owl appeared above me. It was like I was Claimed for the second time.

Leo got a hammer above his head. Percy, a trident. Nico, a skull.

"Zeus?" Poseidon looked at the king of the gods.

"Technically, Jason isn't my child." Zeus huffed. "He is my Roman counterpart's child. But I'll choose him anyway." A thunderbolt appeared above Jason's head.

Ares rubbed his hands and a helmet appeared above Reyna's head. She shuddered.

"Now, who wants to hear the rules?" Nike exclaimed. "Roll the die and move that number of dots ahead in any direction. Some tiles have items on them, which you can collect if you land om them first. Monsters can attack you if you land on a tile inhabited by one. If you land on a tile inhabited by another player's piece, you can battle with your own—the other piece won't die—and steal some of their items."

Nike gasped and took a breath. "The board is divided into six sections, each where a certain deity is powerful in. If there is an instruction on a tile, do what it says. Also, there is a key hidden in each section. Get all six keys and you win!"

She gasped and took in a breath of air again. "Now, who would like to go first?"

"Plainly stated, I should go first, as I an the king of the gods," Zeus said proudly. Before anyone could protest, he snapped his fingers and a huge golden die appeared.

"Actually, no. I was thinking we should go in birth order," Nike said.

Hades took the huge die and it turned black. He rolled it, and it tumbled straight towards us in the middle.

Percy, Jason and I ducked and the die thundered over us. It landed on a tile in a section that looked like a library—my mom's.

Hades stretched his arms.

Nico's PoV

I couldn't see how many spaces I was supposed to go, but my dad snapped his fingers and a tile turned black with a skull on it in a section that looked like the Underworld. My dad's? Most likely.

I think I was supposed to go there, so I carefully walked over four tiles and went to that one. As soon as I stepped on the tile, a hellhound appeared.

I reached for my sword, but there wasn't one. The hellhound snarled. Nike hadn't given me a weapon.

What was I supposed to do now? All I had were my clothes and my wits.

The hellhound lunged. I backed away, but an invisible force kept me from leaving the tile.

I slid under the hellhound, which gave me a maximum of two seconds to think.

I took of my shoes. I hated doing it, but it was the only way.

They had spikes on the soles. With the most courage I could muster, I shoved the shoes into the hellhound's mouth. Then I grabbed its scruff and yanked it. Hard.

It vaporized into yellow dust. I gasped.

After the dust cleared, two bones lay on the floor. Was that, like, I don't know, a prize?

Well, I had to make do with what I had.

I scraped the bones on the tile. They were sharp now. Two daggers. The best I could get.