Hey, people, amazing readers. You people are awesome. And I'm an asshole. I published one chapter of a crossover that didn't even make the actual crossover, and then ignored it after that. So, first things first. I'M NOT GOING TO ABANDON THIS! Don't panic! That being said, updates are going to be extremely slow, most likely. What lies below is not a complete chapter by a long shot, but since I need to put this message up on the story anyway, I might as well throw you what I have right now.

So, I've been going through some sort-of-nasty-ish-schist right now. In the past few months, I've manifested four different types of crazy, experienced the resurgence of a ...medical thing... that I had thought I had escaped forever (don't worry, I'm not going to die on you or anything), and started (online) High School in the 10th grade after three years of homeschooling. Due to the aforementioned things, that last one has not exactly gone well, and it's honestly gotten to the point where I'm constantly low-grade sick with fever and everything from the sheer stress and anxiety. There are days where I barely eat anything. There are times that I suddenly break down into tears or start screaming at the world, only to stop and assure my family that I'm fine if they find me, though I'm sure that I'm fooling no one. There are times that my muscles lock up and I can't move for half an hour or more because my brain is too scrambled to send coherent neurological commands. You get the picture. Fanfiction has not been the most important thing on my mind.

So, why am I telling you all this? Because you deserve an explanation of my absence, and I want to assure you that there are real reasons that I haven't updated this story beyond the common "I wrote this a while ago and got bored with it" (WHICH IS NOT TRUE AT ALL) line that unupdated stories often end up with, and that I have a coherent plot worked out through Inheritance and beyond, and to assure you that I will be back, and because FUCK YOU, paranoia, this is my life and I have the right to talk to my readers‼ So the fuck what if they find out that I'm crazy?‼ So don't worry, this story will definitely be continued, and expanded, and such, and you people are awesome.

And lastly, a huge shout-out to my second reviewer Joy-Melody who wasn't afraid to kick my conceited ass when I was being an idiot, as opposed to simply walking off in disgust. And as an aside to Joy-Melody, I think that I fixed the issue you mentioned, but if you think it needs more work, I will do so.


Pain. Voices. Darkness.

When Percy awoke, the first thing he realized was that he was in a LOT less pain then he should have been. Granted, he still felt sore and there was still a sharp pain in his chest, but he was still in a far better condition than he had any right to be in. Opening his eyes, he saw that he was in a large stone room, the only light coming from strange glowing orbs set in the walls. He couldn't see the entirety of it, due to a curtain drawn partially across his bed, but if he had to guess, he would say that he was in some sort of infirmary, judging by the faint outlines of beds. Upon seeing these, he jumped up. If there were beds, then there were people, which would mean that maybe Annabeth— the thought brought him up short. Gods of Olympus, how could he have forgotten?

Unbidden, the sights and sounds of the past 24 hours flashed through his brain. Friends injured, maybe dead. Annabeth dead, he killed her. Gaea dead — probably the only good thing to come from this. Himself...dead? No, he knew what being dead looked like and this sure as hell wasn't it. Gone...somewhere? On closer inspection, his surroundings were most definitely NOT anything related to either of the camps, and Percy had the feeling that if he was on Olympus, then I would not be alive to be wondering this after the behavior of the various gods. So where the hell WAS he?

"Oh, you're awake." Someone said behind him. Percy spun around and saw...wow. Now he'd seen everything. Standing before him was practically a caricature of a which, sans-pointy hat. She was a pale-skinned woman of indeterminate age and curly reddish-brownish hair. Sitting at her side was a large, grey-furred cat with disturbing red eyes that held more than a glint of intelligence in them. She had a sack of variously colored plants and fungi at her waist, from which she occasionally—This is the current place that the document ends, not a paragraph break or anything.