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My dream happened like this.

I was standing beside the bank of a swimming pool. The moon glowed hauntingly against the dark night.

I was inside in an old tattered cabin. A small bunk by one side, and a piece of wrinkled paper lying on the bed. Summer of 2005. Montauk Cabin. Montauk Cabin…why is that name so familiar? I glanced around the room. The ceiling was full of cobwebs, and the smell was so foul I could taste the bitterness in my mouth. Yet, I love it. I was so intent in my surroundings I almost didn't notice a girl standing behind me.

"Percy, do I have to?" The girl whined. She is cute, scratch that, she is seriously beautiful. Her golden curls bounced up and down as she whined. She wore no makeup, but then she doesn't need it. She wore faded shorts top off with a gray tank top, which exactly matches her eyes, pretty but intimidating.

"Percy, you know how I hate spi-." She stopped midsentence. She suddenly lurched forward, like she was being punched in the gut. I tried to reach for her bit my hands past through her body.

"N-, no, no!" She screamed, her face as white as sheet. She looked down at her hands in horror as her skin becomes misty like a ghost. Then I noticed that the whole place is fading as well. The bed is disappearing along with the paper. I want to cry out her name but then I don't know her. For a terrifying moment, I suddenly realized: I don't even know me. She looked at me for the last time before completely disappearing.

I woke up to the rays of the sun hitting my face. My head is throbbing with pain so I lay a couple of minutes before sitting up. I am in some deserted beach. How I got here, I have no idea. I was so confused to where I came from that I almost forgot my dream. Remembering it brought back the shivers. I feel like I should know that girl. I wracked my brain of the last thing I remembered, but my head throbbed harder until it feels like it will split into two. I wandered along the beach looking for some clues. I continued going south when I heard a voice.

"Brother! Where are you? The voice said. That voice…it sounds so familiar. I trudged up a sand dune and followed it.

"Hurry up, brother, we don't have much time!" The voice echoed. "Follow the trail!"So naturally, being an idiot like I am, I did what it said. Looking back, I didn't realize how stupid I was until now. Now, let me tell you something, if people tell you how big and tall an elephant looks like, then they have no idea what "big and tall" really is. When the trail stopped at the other side of the beach, I wasn't exactly sure what I was looking at. At first I thought it was a walking skyscraper then I decided it is just a really, really, tall humanoid. It has his back on me so all I could see were his ugly clawed back with red dark slashes all over it.

"Another hero had fallen for my trap!" The giant announced with a different kind of voice, more gruffly and deep. He turned and gave me a crooked grin. He wore a big diaper which looks like he spent his time poking with forks. I probably would've laugh if I wasn't so scared. His arms were burnt as if he plays with coals all day. His face was so gruesome and misshapen I almost feel sorry for the guy. At first, I thought he has two eyes but I later realized: he has only an eye, a big brown eye on the middle of his forehead. Cyclops. I thought, though I have no idea where I get that from. This thing is bigger than the normal ones. Looking at it made my legs jelly. I could barely move lest alone run from this thing.

"Die hero!" The Cyclops snarled walking towards me. Not knowing what to do, I picked a rock and threw it at him. I hit him right in his eye. I guess it must have hurt because the Cyclops suddenly yelled "ROAR!" He picked a huge boulder and heaved it towards me. I jumped out of the way just before the boulder landed. If I have moved a second less, I would've look like a squashed egg pie. The Cyclops bellowed angrily and moved towards me. I then felt my pocket getting heavier. I put my hands inside and took out a pen. Seriously, a time like this and this is all I've got? Out of instinct, I uncapped the pen like I've done it a thousand times, and turned into a wicked sword. I would've stood there all day to admire the bronze sword but the advancing Cyclops brought me out of trance. Adrenaline rushed and suddenly I was fighting him. Slashing and hitting at him at all points it looks like a blur to me. I don't know how I did it. All I know is that it feels like I've face a hundred of monsters like him. Anyway, the next thing I know, I've got him pinned to the ground with the sword dangerously close to his neck. I was about to strike him down when I heard that voice

"Please brother, do not hurt me." The Cyclops begged with the same voice he used earlier. I was so confused I drew back my sword. The Cyclops pushed me and was about to pound me into a pulp when I instinctively swung and hit his belly. Whoosh! He exploded into a powder and vaporizes right on the spot. I was so freaked out my hands started to shake hard until I dropped the sword. I don't know how long I sat there for. It feels like about thirty seconds, or six hours. After I worked it out it was about twenty minutes. Then I heard a new voice.

"Whoa dude, how did you do that?" I quickly uncapped the pen and slashed it in a wide arc.

"Whoa, chill out. I'm not an enemy." A gangly teenage guy held his hands up in surrender. The guy is about seventeen or eighteen, probably the same age as me. This is scary. I don't even know my age. He wore a purple shirt, pants and sneakers. His head has two small bumps like he slammed into a door and was still recovering from the bruises. His face is scrawny with his bushy eyebrows rising each time he speaks.

"Guess there's no need to hide these." The guy shrugged and kicked his sneakers. Shocked, is a huge understatement when I saw it. The part where his feet should be is replaced by…hooves. Yes, I said hooves. Like a goat's hooves, hooves. Like big shabby, hairy hooves. I suddenly noticed that the small bumps on his head weren't bumps at all but are horns.

"You're a satyr." I said disbelievingly. I almost wanted him to shout "of course not! I'm a normal teenage guy." My head is starting to hurt again. I sat down hard on the dirt and blinked my eyes.

"No, I mean yes. I'm a faun. Satyr is a Greek term for faun." The satyr said slowly like a kindergarten teacher talking to a kid. "I take it you're a half-blood?"

"A what?" I asked incredulously.

"You know a half-blood." The satyr stopped and looked around. "A half-mortal and a half-god. "

Demigod. I whispered. The satyr nodded.

Yes. You seem to know a lot. I'm sorry I didn't help you in fighting the Cyclops. I was scouting for half-bloods when I saw you. Besides, it looks like you don't need help anyw—the satyr stopped and took a whiff. He did a double cross sign and a gust of air went by. "We should get going if we want to reach there in time." He bleated nervously. "The monsters are coming."

"Where's there exactly?" I asked.

"To Roman Camp Half-Blood, the only safe places for demigods like you."