(Disclaimer: I do not own Percy jackson and the Olympians. Rick Riordan does. Only the characters I have.)
Prolouge
The wind blew through the cracked window. The room was dark and the air was thick. The room holding the three men was cracked with water dripping through the top. The three men sat at a table with the only light source, a fire, in the middle of them seeming to float in the air.
One of the men I recognized from a dream or a nightmare. He had a very pale face and permanent scars all over his face and bad stiches on them like he'd been put back together. The second man had all gray hair with eyes that made me drowsy. The last man had his hair tied back into a ponytail. His clothes looked like something a magician would wear.
"Why did you call this meeting Old Fool?" Asked the Man with the Grey hair.
"Be patient, Morpheus, I'm sure the "Old Fool" has a reason for calling this meeting." The magician said.
The man with the scars took a long breath a started talking.
"I've called you two down here because I've felt an disturbance. I've been growing stronger each day but I feel something might be standing in my way. There's another one, but this one is strong"
"There's another what?" Asked Morpheus.
"A Half-Blood!" The man screamed.
The men looked around with worried faces. After a long pause the Magician looked up at the old man.
"How strong?"
"Strong enough to kill me, Promotheseus." The old man said grimly.
The fire floating over the table went out leaving hot coals floating in the air. The man named Promotheseus waved his hand and the flames appeared again.
"What do you say we do, Kronos?" asked Promotheseus.
"Well I have a plan which involves each one of you." Kronos said before he was cut off.
"Be careful, Kronos, I'm afraid we have a spy." Morpheus said before looking right at me.
The scene shifted to what looked like a stage. There were two men. One who looked like an average rock star. Cool jacket and sunglasses. While the other person looked like a mail carrier, he had worn out shoes like he'd been using them for a long time.
"Why would you give it to me then take it back years later?" The rock star yelled.
"Why would I take it?" The mailcarrier yelled back
"Hmmm" The rockstar began. "The god of thieves saying that he didn't steal something. Are you now the god of lying?"
"Well being a thief and lying fit together." He said with a smirk.
"That's not the point!" The rockstar yelled
"Sheesh brother calm down. Do you want me to fetch you your Lyre so you can win a mortals heart?" He said with an innocent face.
"That does it!" he yelled "Now I know you stole it!"
The rockstar then dove on the mail carrier punching him many times until the mail carrier flew out from under him.
"Now your done for!" yelled the mail carrier as he pulled out a staff. To be more specific it was one of those things that you see at hospitals. A caboodis, catoodis? I don't know. Except on his staff he had two live snakes curling around it.
"Finaly a fight" one of the snakes yelled.
"Oh no not again" the other snake replied "do you remember the last time you got in a fight?"
"No..."the other one said obviously remembering what happened.
"The one you tried to fight tied your tail in a knot."The snake said.
The two snakes started argueing and curling around the staff furiously trying to get to the other one. That didn't stop the mailcarrier from charging at the rockstar with his staff.
"AHHH!" the snakes yelled in unison.
The staff made contact with the rockstar's gelled hair. I bet all that gel probably acted like a shield to it though. The mailcarrier flew back using his shoes. The rockstar then pulled out a a bow with a loaded arrow and launched it at the mail carrier's head. The arrow flew right past the mail carrier's heck leaving a little scar oozing a goldish liquid.
"Fine!" the mail carrier yelled " You just crossed the line brother!"
And with that he poofed out off the room leaving the rockstar alone.