OMG! Guys I am soooo sorry for such a short chapter! I promise the next one will be big! :( I'm sorry :(

Disclaimer: Remember the pencil incident? Well, nothing has changed, I don't own PJO and I have lost the one pencil I own. How sad is that! :(

Chapter Four: Trapped

Third POV

Perseus cracked open his eyes, taking in his surroundings. He was at the peak of a mountain, chained to stone of solid bronze, the chain cackling with static energy every few seconds. The hard ground was littered with ashes, and the air was saturated with power.

His whole body was sore, and he felt weak and drained. Golden ichor periodically dripped from a multiple of wounds that decorated his bare chest, onto the bronze stone, congealing and shimmering against the backdrop of the duller bronze.

He twisted his head to look behind him, and what met him was a gaping chasm of what seemed to look like never-ending darkness. The hole swirled and rumbled, dislodging ashes every few seconds.

"Ah…it seems you have regain consciousness, Perseussss." A reptilian voice addressed him.

He looked up and gasped. A man dressed in billowing blue robes stood there, his eyes shimmering with malice and delight at the sight of the helpless God.

"Briareos." Perseus breathed. "I thought I cut you up?"

"Cut me up, yessss you did. Ahh…the pain of never ending torment, to be shattered into pieces and to feel agony coursing into my being from every single shred of the million pieces. You have no idea of what kind of pain that isss, you do not…"

Briareos paused, before continuing.

"So, to remedy that, I've arranged a little…family reunion?"

Briareos turned and gestured to the far corner of the plateau, up till now unnoticed by the raven haired god. There was another bronze stone, and chained onto that stone was a woman. A beautiful, grey-eyed, golden haired someone…

"NO!" Percy gasped.

Seeing Annabeth unconscious, bleeding from multiple wounds and the red welts on her wrist caused by the chains, he was no longer Perseus, God of Tidal waves, cold, calculating, and in control, but Percy, a mortal demigod still very much in love with her.

"Yessss, there is a certain sense of nostalgia, am I right, Lord Perseus? Or should I say, Percy?" He mimicked Annabeth's voice.

The Tidal God was so incensed that he breathed in deeply, summoning his power from deep inside himself. The chain, instead of bursting from the awesome might of the God, cackled furiously and immediately pain shot up Perseus's hands.

He groaned as his entire body was charged with hot, searing static energy, and slumped onto the rock. It felt like every cell in his body was on fire and being tortured by red hot pokers.

Briareos grinned.

"That is just a taste of the pain that is going to come."

He paced the area around the chained God, hands clasped behind his back and humming.

"Soon we will be joined by beautiful Andromeda, fighting her way up here heroically, thinking that what is waiting for her is recognition from her father."

Perseus groaned again. "Not Andromeda. Please, not Andromeda. Leave her be. Torture me, do whatever you want with me, but let Annabeth go and don't involve my daughter. They have nothing to do with me…" He trailed of as the pain consumed him again.

"Oh, you are soooo pathetic. Begging? It really amazes me why they made you a god when all you do is mope."

Perseus let out another strangled moan as he continued to be tortured by his own energy, collected by the enchanted chain and released periodically back at its own master. Briareos grinned and perched himself by the rock, watching the sea God.

"Life is good."

Andy looked around wildly for Grover.

"Andromeda!" Grover yelped as she dashed to the girl's side. "Did...did..."

The tables nearest them stopped eating and stood up, craning their necks to watch Andy.

Grover shivered, "You need to see the oracle. Now. The rest of you, sit."

Andy stared at Grover, puzzled. "The oracle…? Who is that?"

Grover sighed and grasped her by the elbow, steering her toward the Big House. "A quest so fast… you've hardly been here a month! Come on, Andy, It's time you met one of your Father's old friends…"

Alex stared at his steak sandwich, prodding it in irritation. His thoughts were occupied by one long legged, blonde, green-eyed beauty.

He sighed again. For the past two weeks, countless guys had been hitting on her, but she seemed uninterested, even in him. He was used to having girls fall to his feet, with his legacy and all…but Andy, she was a tough nut to crack, and more beautiful than any of the Aphrodite girls.

He looked up and searched the Hermes table for the object of his affections and subject of his thoughts. He frowned when he failed to locate the girl. His wandering eyes met those of Josh Antonio Moro, Son of Apollo, and resident Hotshot.

His dark brown hair and dreamy blue eyes, so uncharacteristic of his lineage, coupled with superb archery and swordsmanship skills, made him one of Camp Half-Blood's most lethal and celebrated heroes. He had complete three quests set by his father Apollo, and even won a haiku competition in Japan and dedicated it to his father. And now, Alex's competitor in winning the favour of the pretty daughter of the Tidal Lord.

Josh also seemed to be searching out the missing girl. He frowned at Alex, arching one eyebrow with a competitive gleam in those azure blue eyes. Alex glared daggers at him, and continued his search for Andy. At the corner of his vision, a flash of golden hair caught his attention.

Andromeda Jackson was being led by Grover, the camp director, towards the Big House. After taking a cursory glance at Josh, who had also caught on, he jumped to his feet and hurried in the direction of the pair.

Andy hurried after Grover as the satyr ascended the stairs into the attic, a place in the Big House that she had never been. As they reached the landing, Grover motioned to Andy to follow him into a room on the right.

Softly pushing the door open, Grover made a beeline for the centre of the room. Andy took in the surroundings of the room. The room smelled strongly of sherry and herbs, and many weird artefacts decorated the shelves that lined three walls of the room. In the centre of the room there was a thick, luxurious Persian rug, and on the rug sat a magnificent carved oak chair. There was no one in the room.

Looking around and perplexed by the vacancy of the room, Andy asked Grover, "Where's the oracle? There's no one here!"

Grover smiled and clasped his hands and being murmuring. Then, he bent down and took a small bead from a basket at the foot of the chair and crushed it between his fingers.

Immediately, smoke began spewing from the bead, and noxious fumes filled the room at once. Grover seemed to have anticipated this, and had already held his breath and covered his nose. Andy, on the other hand, began to cough, tears filling her eyes at the harsh smoke.

Grover smiled apologetically at Andy and placed a hand on her shoulder. Immediately, her lungs and her vision cleared. The smoke had just began to clear too, but now, sitting on the high back hair, was a beautiful woman with long, dark red hair that fell to her shoulders and piercing green eyes. To top it all, she was wearing a ratty t-shirt that read, "Save the Vaquita's!" and caprice with frayed ends.

She sighed and said, "What is it now, Grover? I was in the middle to a protest to protect Vaquita's!"

Grover smiled widely at the woman. "Rachel! I want you to meet this young lady, Andromeda Jackson. Andy, this is Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Apollo's Oracle of Delphi. "

Rachel's green orbs grew wide at the sound of her name, and stared at Andy long and hard. Andy was a little nervous at the scrutiny and Rachel's dramatic entrance.

'Wow… you look a lot like… Annabeth! It's been so long!" Rachel gushed. "How is your mum? Where does she stay? She and I should meet up soon to catch up! It's three years since I saw her!"

Andy smiled at her enthusiasm and her nervousness receded. "Mum is great. Although she did have a run-in with a Manticore, she should fine by now. My mum's tough."

Rachel laughed, "That's her alright. I remember how she used to react whenever I flirted with your dad…"

Andy's eyes fell at the mention of her father. Rachel stopped laughing abruptly, and a sad look graced her features. She apparently knew all about Annabeth's relationship with Percy.

She turned back to Grover.

"How may the Oracle of Delphi be of service, Grover?"

Grover frowned, confused. "Haven't you already gotten a premonition? Any prophecy?"

Rachel shook her head. "Nope nothing at all…."

Grover turned to Andy, "That's odd…when this type of thing happens, there's usually a prophecy…"

The trio was silent for awhile, when suddenly the room was bathed in a bluish hue of green light. Then, a tall figure stood next to Rachel Elizabeth dare. He was a merman, but instead of one fishtail, there were two. He was wearing full Greek armour that was studded with pearls, and his long black hair was tied up in a ponytail.

He spoke. "I am Triton, Son of Poseidon." He said this with distaste, as if acknowledging his parentage was a chore. "My half brother, Lord Perseus, has a message for you."

Um...nothing much to say really.

Uh...REVIEW! And um...tell me if anything is bad/wrong/horrible

uh, yeah, have a nice week! Don't die! That's always a good thing to say...

~Emily