(I'll try to update this regularly, like… everyday hopefully or something)

It had been three days since Percy's nightmare. Right now he was lying on the beach, listening to the sounds of the lapping waves, watching the moon slowly take its course, cherishing the faint voices of the campers singing in the distance, and feeling Annabeth next to him.

"Annabeth… I… have to tell you something", Percy said sheepishly. He turned onto his side so that he could face her, staring at her beautiful calculating grey eyes.

"What is it Seaweed Brain?", she asked him playfully. But something told her that Percy was wary of telling her, so she eyed him carefully as he spoke.

"I… had this… vision or dream of sorts… where all of you were carrying torches and chanting in some ancient language…"

Annabeth now frowned deeply as she sat up, frowning upon Percy as she processed what he said.

"And then… all of you didn't have any faces, i-it was just a blank."

Annabeth's eyebrow inched up her forehead, "So you're saying we had no mouths… but we could chant?"

Percy frowned as he watched his girlfriend smirk at his story. This secretly hurt him, but he would never tell her that.

'Stupid boy, can't you see that she does not care for you?'

"Shut up!", Percy whisper yelled.

"Okay, okay… I didn't think you were that serious about this.", Annabeth told him.

"N-no, its… not you. I just… *sigh* nothing."

The voice was always there. Whenever his emotions surfaced, that voice would be there. Dark and sinister and… perhaps maybe… right. But either way, right now, the voice was nothing else other than an annoyance.

However, Percy's new demeanor did not go unnoticed by his comrades. Especially not Annabeth.

She had noticed that over the past few days, Percy would sometimes yell or talk to what seemed to be nothing more than the air. But Annabeth knew better than that. Someone or something was talking to Percy, and she would get to the bottom of it.

Percy eyed the moon once more, the only source of light on the beach, before muttering, "Let's just talk about this tomorrow. It's getting late, and I'm really tired."

Annabeth yawned in response before getting up and dusting off sand from her jeans. Percy did the same. It did not take long for the both of them to leave.

A figure loomed in the shadows not touched by the moonlight, a figure the two lovers did not notice. This figure snarled silently at the moon, as if though it had somehow done him wrong, before he continued his silent brooding.

Cabin 3

As soon as Percy got through the door of his cabin, he dove head first onto his bed and quickly fell asleep. Little did he know, that would be a huge mistake.

'Welcome back, hero.'

Percy gasped as he jumped out of his covers. His fists drawn into a boxing stance as he surveyed his surroundings.

His usually well-lit cabin was now dark and gloomy. Spider webs adorned the corners of the ceilings, and cockroaches scurried along the rotting wooden floor.

"This is not my cabin", Percy said to no one in particular.

'Oh but it is, Perseus. It is.'

"Why now? Why do this again?"

'Go outside and see for yourself.'

Percy warily eyed the front window of his cabin, but it was covered in layers of dust and grime. Seeing he had no choice, Percy walked up to the door, turned the knob, and walked outside.

Everything was normal. It was about noon time, and all the campers were bustling around doing their usual camp activities.

"What the hell were you talking about?", Percy asked the voice.

The voice remained silent.

Deciding to explore this dreamscape further, Percy jogged towards the beach, hoping to see some familiar faces along the way.

However, as soon as he passed, people pointed at him saying, "Who is that?" "Is he new here?" "Where did he come from?"

This confused him, making him lose focus as he barreled into Annabeth.

"Annabeth! Thank the gods! I thought you-", Percy was roughly shoved to the ground as he stared in shock at a seething Annabeth.

"Who in Hades are you? Why do you act like you know me?", she huffed.

This just added to Percy's confusion.

"Annie, it's me. Your Seaweed Brain", he said as he tried to approach her.

"Get away from me! Luke!", she yelled.

"Luke?", Percy's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates at the mention of the name, remembering the son of Hermes after all these years.

The figure of the sandy haired boy appeared, a growl emanating from Luke as he approached.

"Annie! Who the Hades is this?", Luke thundered as he stared Percy down.

Annabeth shrugged before saying, "I say you teach him a lesson, love. You know, for trying to hit on your girlfriend."

Percy's mouth flapped like a fish.

"Wh-what? Annie, no! I'm your boyfriend, not this trai-", Percy was cut off as Luke slashed his sword across Percy's face.

"Argh!", Percy recoiled at the pain, before reeling in horror at the fact that Luke was wielding HIS sword, Riptide.

"Hey! That sword is mine!", Percy jumped at Luke in a blind rage as he tried to get a grasp on his weapon. Bu Luke just stared disgustedly at him before kicking him in the chest and slicing another deep gash along the length of his torso.

By this point, Percy was losing strength, so he called upon the ocean… but the familiar tug in his gut was gone, just like the last time that this happened.

He suddenly felt something sharp pressed against his throat, and resisted the urge to gulp as he saw his blade placed against his neck.

"Now tell me who you are", Luke growled, "or you're going to wish you never got shoved out of your mother's hole."

Percy flinched at the mention of his mother before spitting at Luke's face.

"I am Percy Jackson! Twice savior of Olympus and son of Poseidon!", he yelled.

Luke had a blank expression on his face before he clenched his stomach and laughed in Percy's face.

"Annie! You hearing this? This guy claims to have saved Olympus twice! A feat ONLY I have managed to achieve." Annabeth laughed alongside him, as well as all the other campers surrounding them.

"Annabeth… wha-"

Luke kicked his face into the dirt before saying, "If you really are the son of the sea god, then let us go meet your sister and see if she recognizes you", Luke sneered.

"My sister?"

Luke grabbed him roughly by the scruff of his neck as he dragged him back to the porch of the Poseidon cabin.

Sitting on the porch was a young girl, just about 8 years old with the same raven black hair and sea-green eyes that he had. But no mistake, Percy could sense the powerful aura emanating from her.

"Luke. Who is this?", she asked in a bored tone.

Luke rolled his eyes before saying, "Well as his sister, I thought you might recognize him."

At this statement, the girl scrutinized Percy before frowning thoughtfully.

"He looks a lot like me…", she muttered under her breath.

"He says he's your brother, Estelle", Annabeth piped up.

Percy gasped as he heard the name, connecting-the-dots to form the conclusion that this girl in front of him was actually a grown-up version of his sister.

"Estelle?", Percy inquired.

"Yes? It is I", she answered lazily.

"B-but that's impossible, you're only about a year old…", Percy stammered.

Estelle laughed, like a clear pristine river.

"Do I look like an infant to you?", she chuckled. Estelle now took on a serious face as she decided what to do.

Percy, on the other hand, was too shocked to even register what was happening.

Estelle took a drachma from Annabeth, willed some water from the lake into mist, and offered a prayer to Iris.

"Oh Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, show me Poseidon on his throne in Atlantis.", she threw the coin into the mist and watched as her dad appeared in view.

"Estelle! What are you calling on me for?", Poseidon asked cheerfully as he lounged on his throne with a cup of nectar in his hand.

"Have you had any children besides me?"

Poseidon spurted out nectar before composing himself and quizzically asking, "Why would you ask that? As far as I know, you are the only child I have had in this decade. Your mother was the only mortal I've truly loved in centuries!"

Estelle nodded in satisfaction, "So you wouldn't happen to know anything about this guy right here, then?" She grabbed Percy by the arm and shoved him up to the image, showing off his face clearly to his father.

"Err… no", Poseidon answered sheepishly.

Percy sputtered before blatantly saying, "What the Hades! How could you not remember me? I'm your son! Percy Jackson! Son of Sally Jackson! How could you-", Percy was silenced by a slap from Estelle.

"Son of Sally Jackson? As far as my mother is concerned, I'm an only child as*hole. So if you don't mind, could you f*cking tell me who you really are before I ram sewage water up your nostrils?!", Estelle yelled.

'Well, Perseus… for an 8 year old she sure knows her way with words.'

"Shut up…"

"What's that?", Luke taunted him.

The campers that surrounded them jeered at him and laughed at his utter humiliation.

Forgotten…

Something snapped in Percy's mind. Something that all mortals and immortals have to keep their spirit in check, something that should never break… EVER. But Percy always finds a way to break the rules.

"Curse Series unlocked. Use move : 'Dark Wave'?"

Percy looked around, trying to find the source of the unnatural voice. But a sudden tugging sensation in his stomach snapped him out of his thoughts as he unleashed a dark wave of gods knows what out of his body that engulfed everyone around him and burned them to little crisps.

Percy felt sick.

'Ah… it seems you have found the path on your own. You are much more of a prodigy than I expected.'

Percy fell onto the ground, paralyzed by the loss of energy within him.

'Oh, it seems your body is too weak to handle the amount of energy it released… hmm, this could be a problem. Nevertheless, it will be a small hurdle for you, my champion. Rest easy now, we will hear each other again soon.'

Percy knew he was awake, but he didn't have the heart nor the energy to get out of bed. He was a living corpse.

He had no idea what had transpired in his nightmare, but one thing was for sure, somewhere in that dream, was a smidge of reality. Percy just had to find out which part it was.

Using up all his strength, Percy crawled to the beach and dived into the ocean to spend the rest of the night at the bottom of the ocean.

Camp Half-Blood : 08:00

Percy broke the surface of the water, having slept the rest of the night within the familiarity of his element.

Percy noticed something odd however, as there was not a single person to be seen on the shore of the camp. Percy hurriedly ran to the pavilion, hoping to find anyone at all… but no one was there.

'They have forgotten you.'

Forgotten…

Percy knew what was coming next before it even happened.

"Curse Series. New move unlocked. Use move : 'Dark Hurricane'?"

Just like before, Percy felt another tugging sensation in his gut as water creeped from the lake towards him, mixing with his shadow to create a dark swirling vortex of destruction. A force of darkness brought upon by the feeling of betrayal of being forgotten.

But suddenly, all of the campers jumped out of what seemed to be nowhere and screamed at him, "Surprise! Happy birthday, Percy!"

Instead of joyful congratulations, the campers cowered in fear as they watched the dark hurricane surrounding Percy grow larger and larger, sweeping up anything near it into it's vortex of destruction.

"Percy? What are you doing?", Annabeth reached out to touch him, and as soon as she did, Percy fell to the ground unconscious, knocked out by the sheer force of energy he had released.

'You have a long ways to go, Perseus. But you are progressing very well. Soon, you will be ready… soon.'

"Bring Percy to the infirmary", Annabeth ordered with an obvious hint of worry in her voice.

Glancing around, Annabeth what looked like a dark figure lurking in the shadow of a tree, but she blinked and it disappeared. Putting it off as her eyes playing tricks on her, she hurried after Percy to the infirmary.

(WELL! That was pretty darn long. Any guesses as to who the figure or the two voices are? I'm giving out a special prize to anyone that gets it. Anyways, I'll probably update again, maybe tomorrow, so stay tuned!)