:D I think this one won't be nearly as depressing as the last chapter. Don't worry! (Sorry Jason-fans, he won't be in the story too much. I really hate Jason, and I tried not to make him seem totally OOC and cruel. I believe I succeeded in capturing his personality. Possibly.) Anyways, you guys are L-U-C-K-Y. :D

DISCLAIMER: I own that bush. I also own the rights to the Heroes of Olympus. And the Empire State Building. And Norway. And Olympus. And...I think you get the point. (*Note: Laurels DOES NOT, I repeat DOES NOT, own any of the things listed above.

Piper's P.O.V.

I lied on my bed at the end of the day. I was glad Leo had come back, but also worried. His wounds were still clear as a picture in my head. Crimson, bruised, and tinted a sickly green. What if those wounds didn't heal? What if he died? I was uneasy, because according to the color of his injuries, there was an involvement with poison. Poison equals bad. From what I heard at the Apollo cabin, poison was one of those things that, when left alone for a while, would most definitely be deadly.

"Go to bed, Piper. Or at least turn out your lights, for the gods' sake!" Drew groaned from across the room.

"Well, sorry for worrying!" I yelled back.

"Excuse me?" Mitchell shouted.

"Okay, everybody's going to stop talking bye the time I end this sentence! They're going to turn out the light, and go to bed!" Drew screamed.

"Well, you already ended the sentence, but you still talked," Lacy pointed out.

"Shut up!" Drew huffed.

After Drew stopped talking, I turned out my light and drifted off to sleep. Of course, though, demigod dreams made it an almost sleepless night for me.

I was in a dark, dank, and damp cave. There was a giant sitting around a fire, warming himself. About thirty seconds later I realized he took up the entire cave. Literally. The cave was at least nine acres large, and he was on his stomach, crouching down below the cavernous ceiling. He looked angry, not to mention hateful.

He grinned creepily as he saw that I was there. "Ah, spawn of Aphrodite. So nice of you to join me."

I tried to speak back, say a retort and then punch his stupid face. But I couldn't move or speak.

He kept on smiling evilly. "Your leader, Chiron, believes the war is over, does he not? Well, I'll tell you one thing. It is not over. I have still lived. Even though I...might not attack directly, I will ruin all your precious little fun."

I tried to yell, scream out that he was just one big idiot or something.

"Oh...and I must tell you. That boy you like?" he smirked. "He just got worse. If you don't hand to me three things, I will personally make sure your lover dies."

I wondered who he was talking about. Jason wasn't hurt.

"The three things I want will be...er...Zeus' master bolt, Hades' Helm of Darkness, and Poseidon's trident. You will make sure to get them to me, or he will die a horrible, painful, long death. ...Yes," he hissed, satisfied. "That will suit me perfectly. I will enjoy the boy's death..."

He kept on muttering to himself how great that would be to watch. I just stood there, unable to speak, awkwardly. Soon, he looked up again and noticed me. "...Um, why are you still standing there? You are dismissed."

I woke up in the morning, kind of weirded out. Who was that guy? Who was going to die if I didn't give him those three things?

It was only six o'clock, and I wondered why I even was up this early. I couldn't go back to bed, though, so I quickly dressed. Then I took off to go see how Leo was doing.

As I got closer to the infirmary, I wondered if Leo was doing any better. I walked through the aisle, into the door at the end, opened it, and walked along the hall to find the room Leo was in. When I got there, I opened the door, screamed, and speedily rushed to the side of his bed.

I was startled by how much worse he had gotten overnight. His skin was scarily pale, which was odd since his normal tone was so much different. His eyes were shut tight in pain. He was grasping his chest, gasping for air. He was covered in cold sweat, and his curls stuck to his forehead from the perspiring.

I sprinted out of the infirmary hastily, so worried that he might die. "I NEED A MEDIC!NOW! Someone, please! He's almost dying!"

I probably woke up the entire camp with my screaming, but I didn't care. Soon, several campers from Apollo were running to me. Questions swarmed around me, making me dizzy.

"Where is he?"

"Who is he?"

"What condition is he in?"

I answered quickly, but nearly passed out. I couldn't get that image out of my head. Leo, with his usually grinning face contorted in pain, his skin deathly pale, and wounds all over his body. I hurried back into the room Leo was in to make sure he was going to live.

When I got there, Leo was awake. His color was starting to return as quickly as it had gone. His face was no longer pained, but only confused. His chest injury had gotten worse, but at least he was still alive. He hadn't seen me, so he looked around at the Apollo campers.

"Where's Piper?" he asked, barely mumbling the words. A few medics turned their heads toward me, and turned back to their work hastily.

I walked over next to the side of his bed that wasn't surrounded by medics, and leaned next to him, careful not to touch him. I didn't want him to be hurt again. But he took my hand and squeezed it for dear life. His grip was fragile, but at least it was there.

He looked me in the eyes. "Did you have the dream with Tityos in it, too?" he muttered weakly.

I furrowed my brow, and suddenly remembered the Greek mythological giant. Tityos, who was about nine acres large. Tityos, who should have been in Tartarus. It all suddenly made sense. I nodded slowly.

He closed his eyes. "He threatened to take you away from me, Pipes. He told me that...that if I didn't give him these...these three things, he would make sure you die."

My eyes widened. Tityos had told me that too... It had to be one of us who died. If one of us didn't get the three things, he would kill either one of us, or even possibly both. "He...he...told me that too, Leo."

"He told you that you'd die?" he asked me, uncertainly.

"No, that you'd die if I didn't give him the three things," I corrected him.

"What did he say were your three things?"

I frowned. "Hades' Helm of Darkness, Zeus' master bolt, and Poseidon's trident."

Leo paled again. I got panicked and looked for the medics for help. They just shrugged. Leo spoke up. "But...mine were Apollo's bow, the Armour of Achilles, and Aphrodite's magic girdle...whatever a girdle is supposed to be."

This time, I paled. There were my three things, which if I didn't obtain and give to Tityos, Leo would die. Then there were Leo's three things, which if he didn't obtain and give to Tityos, I would die. Plus, it was kind of impossible for him to search for these things if he couldn't walk. What was he supposed to do, borrow Annabeth's laptop and buy them on Ebay?

Then, suddenly, everything clicked into place. I looked into Leo's eyes, and saw the worry in them. I could sense that that worry wasn't for that he might die, but that I might die. Then, I realized one thing. Even though it was startling, I was okay with it.

Tityos was talking about Leo when he meant my 'lover.'

Dun, dun, DUUUUNN! Okay, I lied. This chapter was slightly depressing. *starts to wonder when all this Linkin Park will rub off of her* Grr. Why can't my HAPPINESS come back? Well, off to my test review I go. :)