Chapter One

Two teens arrived on an island connected to a caliginous forest. A girl and a boy. The girl immediately ran toward the forest only to stop and stare back at the boy, which sent a chill down his spine. She had been quiet the whole trip, not one word spoken. Still staring at him eerily, the girl's image flickered, before dissolving into the darkness.

He spun, wide eyed, thinking she had done something. She had. Looking at the machinery's (his ride's) engine he discovered the whole left side of it was missing. It was oozing oil. With mixed feelings he frantically looked through the sand, praying to find the missing parts. After getting up he realized she had used him. Also, near the shore there was writing on the sand which read in capital letters "HAVE FUN." He was lost; he didn't think she was dangerous. Although she was stronger than she looked. The happiness in her before seemed so real. He had many things racing through his mind; confusion, fear, shock, anger, and sadness surrounded him. Overwhelmed, he fainted.

He opened his eyes, groggily, needing a moment for his eyes to adjust to the lighting. Surrounding him were trees with drooping branches to make the setting uncanny. He jumped back, alarmed, when he saw the girl sitting on a branch smirking evilly. Her eyes glowed, black as coal, and he was convinced they could have been the eyes of a demon. Pure hatred flowed from her eyes, masking her gratitude. Their time had been short; she could have been insane and was hiding it all along. But why? What had happened while he was gone?

"I will get my revenge, but it won't be the last thing I do. I hope you enjoy your time in this forest. I'm doing to you what you did to me. The rest won't be so lucky, anyone who gets in my way, won't have enough time to finish saying 'uh oh'. In fact, everyone deserves to die. You better pray for mercy if you even think about helping your petty friends." The girl said, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

All he had with him was a scrap of bronze metal.


Meanwhile, at Camp Half-blood, everything was back to normal. Except, instead of seeing heaps of people that were injured, there were even more campers than last time. Obviously. Everyone followed their daily routine. It was about one month after Leo's death and they all had gotten over it, somewhat. The six that remained were staying together for safety precautions.

Percy had been helping Tyson with a project in their cabin. He had gone to get supplies in the middle of the night. This gave Percy time to take a short nap, assuming Tyson would wake him up when he got back. Percy dropped right on the spot. He woke up the next day still on the floor dazed. He searched all around camp for Tyson, and he wasn't the kind of guy to be able to find a good hiding spot.

Percy was worried something had happened to him. "Not cool man. I don't think it's time to play hide and seek now." He searched all over camp, calling his name, and asking everyone if they had seen him. Nobody had.

"Percy! Hey, what's wrong, "Annabeth asked, trying to walk over to him but he kept running around.

He didn't even stop to eat breakfast. He asked Chiron if he could leave and search for Tyson. But Chiron had denied, and said he would turn up. Percy ran to his cabin, he started hyperventilating, and then he caught himself. He sat on the bunk and tried to calm down.

"Get it together, man," he said to himself. "We'll find him."

He got up, wondering why he had said "we'll."

Tyson had gone into the Big House to ask if Chiron if they had a curtain tool the night before. He entered and saw a hallway, seemingly endless, that had not been there before.

"Friendly horse man? Mr. God? "He called out as he walked. Tyson walked on and on, feeling almost as if he was being...followed. He heard a tune (d flat, c, d flat, e, c) It sounded familiar and creepy. He thought the Stoll brothers were pulling a prank on him, he didn't think it for sure. No one had seen them for days.

He got to the end of the hallway after what seemed like forever and reluctantly opened the door. There was a flash of light, like a camera had taken a picture of him. Everything was normal. He saw nearly a hundred jars of peanut butter stacked on the pool table. He squealed with delight and grabbed the jars. Twisting off a top, he stuck his fingers into the jar, licking what he could off his fingers. There was a light mist forming around him. He could hear hissing, but he ignored it.

He had completely forgotten about the supplies and walked to the door where he came in. He didn't even notice that the hallway was back to normal. He rammed into the door. Jars went everywhere. He got up and on his way out he saw a figure, its image flickering.

He walked out of the building with a big smile, enjoying his peanut butter. He stopped on the porch and was greeted by an invisible force. He felt a bronze sword run through him. The poor cyclops lay, dying on the porch, his last thoughts being that his brother killed him.

In the morning the body was gone, as well as the blood, and no one from the big house knew what had happened. Percy had started his search for Tyson, and he was found. The last place Percy would think to look. The beach. He found his brother dead, half buried in the sand. There was a note on him. He whipped it off Tyson and threw it in his pocket; he knew he did not want to read it then. He looked at the body, pale faced, a small amount of peanut butter on his hand and cheeks. Percy started to get angry, but it was completely masked by his sadness. They tried all they could to see if they could bring him back, but it was too late.


This game can be won.