Ok! Finally gonna update for all you fans! (I saw you, Guest…. DUN DUN) italics are Percy's thoughts.

Why? The question was burning in Percy's head like liquid fire. Nico was trembling like a leaf under his tree he now called home. He was getting a bit better, his fever broke, but he was still sick and weak. Percy's ankle was better, but it still needed to be wrapped for a few more days. Percy was walking through the forest, trusty sword in hand, when a cloaked figure dropped from the trees.

"Hello, Perseus Jackson… How lovely of you to… Drop…in…" It said, with a voice like honey, flowing over Percy like a blanket. Percy jumped.

"Wh're you? What are you?" He barked. He pulled Riptide from his pocket and unsheathed it. His hands were shaking. That voice sounds familiar… Why?

"Oh my, what a pretty sword… Must you use it on girls like me?" It asked, walking up to Percy and running it's cloaked hand over the blade. Ok, so it's a she. Ok…

"You didn't answer my question. Who are you?" Percy snapped.

"What a rude little boy! Didn't your mother teach you manners?" She purred, now stroking Percy's face with her index fingernail. Oh gods, she's freaking me out!

"My mom told me to never be nice to monsters!" Percy said while taking the hand with two fingers and taking it off his face. The figure reacted with mock shock. (Heheh)

"Me? A monster? Why, what a rude boy! I should teach you some lessons, Perseus." Gone was the nice girl act. Gone, too, was the nice, sweet atmosphere. A snarl replaced the smooth talking voice. The perfectly manicured nails were transformed into long, sharp claws. The cloak was flung back. Percy mentally freaked.

Its face was like a child scribbled over a paper with black crayon, making a chaotic, but strangely beautiful, face. The skin was stark white. The hair was jet black. The eyes were either just all black retinas, or just not there at all. Percy couldn't decide which. The mouth, though, scared Percy the most. It was stretched in a chaotic grin. The teeth were blinding white, except for one with a red substance that dribbled out of her mouth. Blood. Who is this? I don't remember her anywhere…

"You asked who I was, Perseus Jackson? Well, who am I? Who am I? I am Efiáltis, your worst nightmare!" It roared. Percy stared in shock at the pure essence of his nightmares. This was what his bad dreams looked like? Dang, he thought. I have a FREAKY mindscape. A thought popped up.

"Do you look different for other people? Like, my girlfriend, Annabeth, or, my friend, Nico?" He asked, wildly trying to think up a plan that would work. The mouth stretched even wider, if that was possible.

"Your girlfriend? Well, she has an interesting combo, but, I think your friend has a MUCH more so combo!" It cackled thoughtfully. The creature started molding into a different shape. Soon, a young girl stared at Percy. The girl had a silver parka, a bow on her back, and freckles. The mouth had the same grin, but the eyes caught Percy the most. Those eyes… They look familiar… He thought. He then gasped internally. He knew this girl. This girl sacrificed her life for Thalia's, Grover's, his, and Zoë's. She had died a Hero's death, yet she was not credited for it. She was a Hero.

"Bianca?"

AHH I LOVED WRITING THIS CHAPTER SOOO MUCH! I had fun making up Percy's nightmares :D Just to let you know, Annabeth's nightmares contain spiders. And Tartarus. Make of that what you will.

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