Here's the next chapter! Sorry for the wait! The whole story will be written in Percy's POV, by the way. Enjoy! And there wouldn't be any OCs that have a major role in this fanfic.

Disclaimer: I don't own HP, HG or PJO.

Chapter 1

First a Guinea Pig, Now a Cat?

The titan war was over, Olympus has survived, and Camp Half-Blood was thriving—we've never had so many campers before. You'd think that after living through one of the toughest wars in history, the fates would cut us some slack and let us live a normal life; as normal as it can be for a half blood, anyway. But no. Because just months after, we're given a quest; a quest more bizarre than anything I've done before. It started when I got strangled by vines.

And not any ordinary vines, mind you. No, it was grape vines. I finally succeeded in annoying Dionysus—big time. It was evening, and I was taking a leisure stroll down the beach, minding my own business. After watching the sunset for about ten minutes or so, I got up and walked back to my cabin.

As I walked there, I passed by the big house. It seemed that coach Hedge had brought back a new camper, who was quite young. Chiron, in wheel-chair form, and Dionysus were there, along with Annabeth. Chiron's a centaur, activities manager of the camp. Annabeth was the oldest camp member. She's a blond girl at sixteen, same age as me, with the looks of a typical Californian girl. But her eyes ruined the image. They were a startling gray, and they had a calculating look to them, as if she was analyzing the best way to take you down in a fight. I guess that I should explain to you that she's my girlfriend. We've started dating two months back, just after the Battle of Manhattan. We've had our one month dating anniversary already, and we were going to have our two month dating anniversary soon. The first one turned out rather badly, and I wasn't exactly looking forward to the next. But I didn't dare say that to Annabeth, she would kill me.

Dionysus was busy playing pinochle with Chiron, and was losing as usual. That obviously put him in a bad mood. He was glaring at the new camper like he hated his guts, which he did. I felt sorry for the camper. He probably didn't know about gods at all, and now he was about to meet the grouchiest one of them all.

"So, satyr, I had sent you out to get some more strawberry seeds, and instead of getting them, you procure a small, annoying boy. I want the reason why." Mr. D huffed.

"Well, that's what I'm supposed to do, isn't it? Find half-bloods and bring them here safely, right Mr. D?" Coach Hedge said uncertainly. Even our battle-hungry satyr was nervous of Mr. D. He was not to be messed with, which was ironic considered that I just defied that statement minutes later.

"Hmph, fine. I just hate this punishment... ..." Mr. D whined. He sounded like a seven year old kid complaining about the amount of homework his teacher gave him.

"Umm, who are you?" the new camper asked. He had dark skin, jet-black hair and dark brown eyes. The shadows around us seem to cling to him, but he didn't have the maniacal look in his eye of a child of Hades. Maybe Thanatos is his godly parent?

"I'm Mr. D." Said person snapped. "Chiron, please show this annoying, gods-forsaken brat the orientation film." The kid stepped back, rather hurt. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He was barely eight or nine, and he had to deal with temperamental gods. I glared at Mr. D, about to lose my temper.

"Well? Get him out of my sight!" And that's when I snapped.

"Can you shut up? He's not even ten! Can't you stop being a git for even a second and keep the cutting remarks to yourself?" I know, bad move, but Mr. D was annoying the Hades out of me. I seriously wanted to punch him in the ass or something, but I refrain myself—barely.

Mr. D's eyes started to glow purple, signifying that something bad and godly was about to happen. Just then, grape vines burst out of the floor and wrapped around me, strangling me. I could barely breathe. No, strike that, I couldn't breathe at all. Just when I thought I was going to die, and regretting all the things that I didn't manage to do in my life, a bright glow filled the room, and a woman materialized in front of us, causing Mr. D to lose concentration, and the vines slipped back into the floor.

She had dark hair, with violet eyes, a little like Mr. D's, except that hers didn't have a mad glow. She reminded me of Hera, but she looked kinder, more friendly. I know, I should have been suspicious of her, people just don't pop into camp for no reason, but I was so relieve to be able to breathe again that I didn't care.

"Hello, I am Hecate, goddess of magic, and I need the help of four demigods: Perseus Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Thalia Grace and Nico DiAngelo. I hope that they are all currently here at camp?" She asked.

"Yes, they are." I replied. Thalia got a break from the Huntresses of Artemis and Nico just came back from the Underworld. Annabeth took a break from working on Olympus as well. But why would she need us?

"Okay, please call them to come here." Chiron then requested the new camper to bring them while I took a seat at the ping-pong table along with Lady Hecate. Finally, when all three of my friends arrived, she explained her need for us.

"A long time ago, when I was a young goddess, a cat helped me fish out my favorite bracelet from the bottom of a pond, where I accidentally dropped it. Grateful to the cat, I reached down to pat it and, being new to my powers, I unknowingly passed on my blessing to the cat.

"From then on, the cat and its descendants have always been as intelligent as a human, as well as having a little bit of power. For them, they live in groups called Clans, and they follow a set of laws called the Warrior Code. The cats who have died go to a place called StarClan, where they gain the power of prophecy. Their prophecies aren't as clear as ours, but still pretty good. Cats in StarClan then pass on their knowledge to cats called medicine cats in their dreams.

"However, not all the cats are good. Right now, a certain group called the Dark Forest has taken over the clans. The cats are being forced to fight to the death, where only one cat will survive. I know most people wouldn't care about cats, but they have the same feelings as humans, and it hurts to see them being tortured. So I would like all four of you to go and rebel against the Dark Forest and defeat their leader, a cat called Tarnishnight. I will turn all of you into cats, and in return for helping me with this; I will give all of you my blessing. While in the form of a cat, you can still use your powers."

I have to admit, getting the blessings of Hecate sounded cool. I've seen Lou Ellen do quite a few tricks using magic, and I would love to be able to steal Connor or Travis's nose. But the turning into a cat part—not cool. I've been turned into a guinea pig once, and the experience wasn't exactly pleasant. Still, I could relate to being tortured. I have been to the fields of punishment myself, and it was horrifying. I looked at my friends and we came to an agreement. We couldn't let any living thing get tortured and forced to fight to the death, even if they are cats, even if it means getting turned into one.

"Okay Hecate," I said, "We accept." The goddess smiled. "Then I, Hecate, goddess of magic, give you my blessings." We were engulfed in a brilliant, purple light. And then the world did a three-sixty, and I blacked out.

So this was more of a filler chapter. It's not exactly needed, since all of you will have to have read Warriors before you read this, so you didn't need the explanation on how the clans are run. I'll try to post another chapter this Wednesday, but I'm not making any promises! Thankfully, I only have one more week and then it's the END OF SCHOOL! When school's over, I'll try to update daily. Please review!