"Rhea? Rhea? Come on baby, wake up for me," cooed someone softly in my ear. I wanted to open my eyes, believe me I did, but it just hurt too much. I tried to be aware of my body, seeing if I could wiggle my toes, twitch my fingers. All I got out of it was that everything hurt.

So, instead of opening my eyes, I moaned. Just loud enough for them to hear, whoever they were.

"Rhey, come on, I know you're awake," the voice said, using my nickname.

"It hurts." I moaned.

"Oh, I bet it does. Now come on, open up those beauties." He chided, smacking my cheeks lightly. I groaned, but complied.

At first, my vision was a bit blurry, with black spots, but as I tried (and failed) to sit up, it just went blurry. I fell back against the cold ground, a man beside me was laughing as two others looked on.

"Ready to try that again, sweetie?" he asked in a joking tone. I would've shot him a glare, if I hadn't been so dizzy.

"Apollo, just help her up," sighed my father. The man beside me laughed, and put an arm around my waist, and the other behind my knee's which seemed to be propped up. He lifted me off the ground, high enough for me to see that we were still in the arena, though im not sure how I hadn't noticed before. "I said help, not carry," my father complained.

The man carrying me was about twenty years old; he had light gold eyes and a charming, handsome face. This was obviously Apollo. I noticed he had a headphone in his ear, and the other was hanging from the collar of his shirt. Out of curiosity I picked it up and placed it in my ear; surprised to hear the music flowing through it.

"Beethoven?" I asked in disbelief. He seemed more like a top forties kinda guy.

"Why are you so surprised?" he asked, pretending to be offended while carrying me towards the lip of the woods. I looked up at his face and he was frowning in a playful way.

"Don't frown; you never know who could be falling in love with your smile." I said. Ok, im pretty sure im about to die in this very spot. "Sorry, I just randomly spew things without thinking," I explained quickly, but only to see a smile grow on his beautiful face.

"I know," he said, before giving me a wink. I tried to smile, but my head was pounding. I winced.

"Hey you," said Apollo, tapping my nose with one of his hands, "Get some rest." I did all my best to comply.

I stood in a grey room, no furnishings or anything, and the picture was fuzzy. What the hell?

"Rhea?" asked my father who appeared in front of me, across the room. He was wearing a black track suit with his winged light blue converse. Only he could make that somehow work.

"Dad? What were you doing in the arena today?" I asked, remembering his voice before I hit the ground. He took an anxious step forward and ran his hand through his hair. A nervous trait of all Hermes children. Who wonders where we get it from? Anyway.

"I came to warn you, and to ask you to do something for me," he said, shifting the black strap of his messenger bag on his shoulder.

"About what?" I asked, letting my curiosity get the best of me once again. Another trait.

"Listen, and listen closely please. Rhea, history is about to repeat itself, and believe me, if Zeus knew about this dream, then we'd both be in trouble, and you'd probably be dead quicker then what comes. You need to leave camp, Rhea. I've packed you a bag –it's magic so it like, endless. It's pretty great actually; I grabbed it off of the shelf in Athena's chambers. I love her room; it's so much nicer then mi-sorry. Got off track," he said, blinking a few times trying to correct his train of thought.

"Dad, you're starting to scare me …" I said, raising my hands in the universal sign of surrender and taking a step backwards towards yet another grey wall.

"Im really not trying to frighten you, but as soon as you wake up, I need you to get out of this cap immediately. Being the god of travelers, I will try to ensure you safety until you're out of danger and have found a safe house, but I can't promise you."

"Dad wh-"

"Let me finish," he cut off. I obeyed. "You need to leave this camp, and don't return until I tell you it's safe. I know you're wondering what's going on, but all I can tell you is that Apollo issued a prophecy, and it doesn't look good. I wish I could tell you more, and I will be in contact with you throughout your journey, but im afraid I have to go. Whatever you do, if I forgot to grab something, do not, in any way, shape or form go near the amphitheatre." He said, stepping towards me in long strides. Once he reached me, he handed me his black messenger bag, which turned to a duffle bag as he put the strap on my shoulders. By this time, I was shaking so hard that my teeth were chattering. If anything could make my dad want me to leave, it was something to be scared of.

Hermes placed his hands on my shoulders to steady me before looking me in the eyes.

"No matter what, Rhea, ill always love you," he said, kissing the crown of my head and giving me a quick embrace before turning on the spot and disappearing. I was about to look for a way out, but a shadow grew in the corner, catching my eye, and out stumbled James. He stabled himself for a moment before advancing toward me.

"Rhey, you need to leave,' he said, panting from however he got here.

"My dad … he just …" I was unable to complete full sentences, being that I was still in shock from the encounter with my father.

"Hermes was already here? Great, that's perfect actually. So he explained it to you? Why you need to leave?" he asked, still slightly out of breath. All I could do was nod absentmindedly while my brain was sprinting in circles. He sighed and wrapped his arms around me.

This isn't an unusual thing for us; to hug. But today it seriously felt like my heart was running laps with my brain, trying to figure out what's going on.

One of James' hands was holding the back of my neck, while the other rubbing the small of my back, like he was trying to press every inch of my body into his.

"J-James," I stammered. All the pressure on my neck was making it hard to breathe.

"S-sorry." He muttered quickly. "Goodbye, Rhey, ill see you soon."

"Wait, wait, wait!" I said, grabbing his retreating shoulder. "You're coming with me." I decided. He just shook his head and looked sad.

"Rhea, im the only son of Hades at camp," he said, his voice cracking. "If I wasn't, I'd go with you just to make sure you were safe." He said, taking slow steps backwards towards the corner where he appeared.

"What does that matter?" I asked him, hysterically.

"It matters everything, Rhea," he said, his voice becoming slightly angry. I shrunk back to watch him leave, knowing that what I say would never make a difference. "I-Im sorry Rhea. It's just that there will be a lot of things ill never get to say to you." He said, breaking the final silence before disappearing into the shadows.

"Rhea, you need to wake up!" called an urgent voice from beside me. My eyes snapped open, and I felt loads better then before with Apollo.

"Wha? What's going on?" I asked Kinsley, a daughter of Nike. I clutched the duffle bag sitting on the bed beside me, the strap still draped over my shoulder.

"Your dad's here, he's making an announcement!" she explained hurriedly as she dragged me out of the infirmary. I rubbed my left temple as she dragged me towards the amphitheatre. About halfway there I realized I wasn't supposed to be going there. I came to a halt, digging my heels in the ground.

"Come on, Rhea!" she said in an annoyed tone.

"Ill, uh, meet you there. I have to go to the bathroom!" I said, attempting to do the potty dance while keeping my dignity.

"We need to get there! Chiron said it was urgent!" she nagged. Now, I must admit im pretty tiny, so it doesn't take much to overthrow me. But when im mad, steer clear because nobody likes a mad child of Hermes.

"But I have to PEE!" I yelled. Im not usually embarrassed by my siblings, so its ok if I embarrass myself once in a while.

"Matt! Alex! I need some assistance!" she yelled to the two Ares boys passing just ahead of us. They walked up to us and assessed the situation. "We need to get her to the amphitheatre, but for some reason she's being difficult and insisting that she needs to pee right this moment," she said while glaring at me out of the corner of her eye. The guys sighed and each grabbed on of my arms.

The next ten minutes was me screaming and fighting and kicking, and the Ares kids- Matt and Alex obviously out-powering me. Once we arrived, everyone was standing up, trying to see what all the commotion was about and then sat back down after they realized it was just another crazy tantrum of mine. There may have been a few in the past, if I recall.

I was ushered down to sit with my cabin where the two strongest guys had to hold me there. Everyone went silent as my father took the stage, eying me wearingly. I assume he figured out what had happened being that Mark and Jacob were holding me down tightly. I looked over towards the Hades banner and found a sullen looking James, staring at me and mouthing something. But he was too far for me to understand what he was trying to say- well, err, mouth.

"Now that everyone is here," spoke my father, "I have a message from Lord Zeus." He cleared his throat and pulled out a formal looking paper. "As of the year 2024, camp half blood will continue with the ways of the past, and host an annual event," he read swiftly. I turned to see the other's expressions, most were confused. Some of the older campers seemed to have some idea of what this meant, including James. I turned to see Chiron, his face deathly pale. Hermes continued.

"The Glory Games (N/A: cheesy name I know /: does anyone have any suggestions?)."gasps echoed around the amphitheatre, a few older campers falling out of their seats. James' face went as pale as the moonlight surrounding us. His head turned in my direction, but I quickly looked away. Hermes took a deep breath, and then hesitated before continuing. Almost like these games were a bad thing, which I am assuming is what he was talking about in my dream. Oh this should be interesting; I thought as I squirmed under the pressure of the two bodies sitting tightly and silently beside me.

Chiron stood there like a statue, never moving a single muscle.

"A representative will be chosen by chance from each of the following cabins: Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Apollo, Athena, Aphrodite, Ares, Demeter, Dionysus, Hephaestus, myself, Erebos, Hemera, Nyx, Asclepius, Nemesis, Thanatos and Persephone." He continued, reading off a long list. "Virgin goddesses such as Artemis and Hera will choose from the goblet and the name they get will be their represent."

Silence. The camp was waiting.

"If said cabin has only one camper, then they will be required to participate in the games. The rules are as followed: you must be in between the ages of 13 and 18. Demigods of greater power such as those of the big three shall have a restriction as to what abilities they may use in the arena to create a fair playing field for demigods alike. There will be no sneaking in any useful supplies. Each represent may have one token from their cabin, or their godly parent to bring into the arena, such as a pin or a piece of jewellery; all items will be tested before hand for any concealed items or weapons.

The choosing of represents will commence tomorrow morning at eleven o'clock sharp in the Amphitheatre. Attendance is mandatory. After the represents are chosen, they have two hours to say goodbye to friends, family, etcetera. Then they will be taken to a center where they will be filled on proper game etiquette. That is all," He finished.

I had a feeling that the gods were keeping something from us. Something vitally important about these games.

Well, I guess its time to talk to James.

Sooooo that was chapter two! Eh, I think it's alright. I don't know though /: tell me what you think?