(Disclaimer: I cannot stress this enough, I do not own FEAR or PJatO, Sierra Entertainment and Rick Riordan do. I wish it were mine though.)

Percy's POV

The next morning before breakfast, Chiron called a camp meeting at the Big House. Being drowsy and all, I could barely pull myself out of bed without tumbling onto the floor with a loud thud and slowly climbed into my clothes. I opened the door of the Poseidon cabin and made myself look stupid by tripping over the stairs.

"Stupid stairs," I was just starting to pick myself up when someone with blond hair helped me.

"Careful, Seaweed Brain. Chiron doesn't want you to have a bruise right before you set off to your quest," I already knew who it was before I even heard her.

"Why do you always call me that?" I asked.

"Because your head was full of kelp the first time you tried to make up a crazy idea by wrecking the bus back there at the Hudson River!"

Oh yeah, I thought. I remember that memory. We were on those New Jersey rural roads; I was trying to take the wheel from the bus driver to the Kindly Ones away from Annabeth and Grover. Good times... good times.

Now an embarrassing time like this happened when I walking to the Big House along with Annabeth when she suddenly slipped her hand into mine, making the warmth from her hand rise up to my face. I turned my head the other way so she wouldn't see my red face. Point Man was leaning forward on the railing of the Big House and spotted us. That's when Annabeth dropped her hand, bringing back that unusual and surprising memory from last year at Mount St. Helens. I shook my head to dislodge the thought.

"What took you so long?" asked Point Man.

Annabeth stared at me as she was waiting for an answer.

"I guess I had a rough time getting out of bed?" Let's just say that was a question/statement crossover.

"I can see that,"

I guess he isn't in the mood to make or take sarcastic comments since something urgent is going on. He led us inside to the room where all the other cabin leaders were settled in fold-up chairs around a tennis table with crackers, cheese whip, and diet coke.

"At last Perry Johanson awakes from his seaweed-threaded coffin," teased Mr. D.

I balled my fists and said through clenched teeth, "It's Percy Jackson, sir,"

"Whatever,"

Taking my seat across from Annabeth and next to Grover, Chiron rolled next to Beckendorf.

John's POV

There were no more chairs left to sit in, so I just stood in the doorway. I would think Chiron was breaking his own rules about only allowing cabin leaders into a camp meeting. He must think I'm special, because of my murderous psychic mother.

"I was going to host this meeting as schedule, but due to recent events from last night..." He glared at Percy, "The Oracle seems to have come to us once again for a quest."

"Don't you mean, him?" asked the dark-haired girl sitting next to the African American kid. She must have looked like she was going to drool all over him.

"No, what I mean is that the Oracle came to us like the time when she came to Clarisse. But this quest seems to have tied with another prophecy,"

Um hum, another prophecy and another way to get Percy killed without involving flying forks. Everyone started whispering to each other but Mr. D raised his hand in silence.

"Percy's prophecy involves him," Chiron pointed at me. I lowered my head so nobody could see my eyes, "We must bring his half-brother to the Olympians along with his mother. And about a war..." he faltered.

"But how are we supposed to turn two psychics that have halfway gone over to the Titans?" asked Annabeth.

"I haven't researched much on his kind. Point Man must know,"

Everyone stared at me, which made me feel nervous. I thought I was used to this 'saving the world' and 'busting up monsters' type, but another feeling came to me that I couldn't really explain. And what they say about what comes around comes around, news around here travel unnaturally fast. Percy told me that the Aphrodite kids have a tendency to not keep their mouths shut when it comes to gossip.

I shifted my foot, "I don't know what you guys are talking about. I'm new to this,"

"Déjà vu strikes back," Percy stated.

Percy's POV

And it was true. I've had this situation happen to me last year. Hera and Chiron kept telling me that I know the answer but I couldn't figure it out just yet until it was almost too late before I found out. Suddenly, the lights on the ceiling started to dim and flicker. Everyone started looking at Mr. D because most Olympian gods do that.

"Don't look at me! I'm not doing it!"

Just as he said that, a cold current of air started to sweep through the room, almost to the point of shivering.

"Alma," muttered Point Man. Oh great, that girl is going to scare the Hades out of us.

John's POV

Luckily, I'd tested the new and improved Heckler and Koch MP5 earlier this morning. Chiron said that the celestial bullets can only rip through mythical monsters and I'd suggested mixing the celestial metal and powder with steel and gunpowder, but he said that wouldn't be a good idea. I didn't like the celestial bullet idea at all until Chiron gave me a belt full of both mortal bullets and celestial bullets that made me happier... up until now.

I pulled out my sub-machine gun and loaded a cartridge of mortal bullets into the shaft, "Everybody, take cover!"

"Calm down, Point Man! It's just a sudden breeze. Maybe someone left the door open and let open a draft," Mr. D said.

"Dionysus, this is no sudden breeze. Apparently, or so I have read, psychics have the ability to cloud their scent from satyrs and the gods themselves," Chiron said.

Mr. D shrugged. Bad move, wine dude, because a sudden fog seemed to seep in from under the doorway. Right when I was going to check it out, the door where I was standing in a second ago, slammed shut. All the half-bloods drew their swords, but for that Silena girl... well, she was too busy with straightening her hair like she wanted to look good when she got killed.

"I suspect we have a visitor," stated Mr. D. I was really starting to hate his sarcastic comments even though he's the god of wine and theatre.

"Get in the corner," Chiron commanded.

I stood in front of the group with my gun shifting from one doorway to another, waiting for something bad to happen. And something did happen, but not that bad as you'd say it would. The door on the northeastern side of the room blew off its hinges, making it fly to the back of the room. At that moment, the entire room plunged into darkness, but for only a small figure coming from around the doorway.

Percy's POV

I stared at the girl in the red dress in terror. Who knew this girl was the true meaning of fear? And what about Phobos and Deimos? Did they go do it with each other and have a demented child? At the same time, I didn't want to know.

Point Man had his gun pointed directly at Alma.

"Why are you here?" He asked stiffly.

She didn't answer. She had her head lowered so her long bangs held over her eyes, and her hair draped over her shoulders. Alma stepped forward, leaving bloody footprints behind, at least... I think it was, because the entire room was pitch-black. And where the Hades did Mr. D go?

Do you like to play games? Alma whispered.

None of us said anything.

I have a game.

Suddenly, she disappeared, followed by her famous innocent giggle, and then the lights popped back on. The fog receded out of the doorways.

"That was—," Grover started.

"Freaking scary!" Silena continued.

"I've never seen a little girl radiate so much fear in my immortal life," said Chiron.

"She needs a permanent makeover," Silena suggested.

Everyone looked at her while sheathing swords. I capped Riptide and stuck it back in my pocket and Point Man holstered his weapon.

"What? It's true!"

"Chiron, we need to get on with this quest," I said.

He nodded, "Choose your companions,"

I already knew who to choose, "Point Man, Annabeth, and Grover,"

"Uh, Percy? Don't you think it would be a bit too scary for satyrs?" Grover whimpered.

"Point Man knows how to handle with Alma,"

He started chewing on his fingernails nervously.

"Right, when you're ready, you may set out on your quest," Chiron said. Well, I guess I'll miss playing Capture the Flag tonight. But I'll wish for Athena's team to win in the end.

John's POV

I have a bad feeling about this, even when I'm standing next to a dragon named Peleus that looked like it was going to tear my limbs off if I don't back away from it right this instant. Reluctantly, I did. Percy said he wanted to carry the bags but when he got to the top of the hill where the rest of us were already were, he collapsed right there after the steep slope.

"You okay?" Annabeth yelled.

Percy seemed to moan, "Yeah."

Okay, I'm getting impatient. I ran down the hill to grab the bags while Grover helped him up and I could tell he was breathing heavily.

I continued up the hill, the bags weren't that heavy compared to my daily exercise with my biceps.

"You sure you're okay?" I heard Grover say.

Percy's POV

Excruciating pain erupted in my arm when Grover tried to help me up... by grabbing my left shoulder!

"AHHH!" I screamed in pain, clutching my shoulder.

"Dislocated?" Grover asked.

Wincing at the pain, I nodded.

"Point Man?" he yelled up the hill.

Point Man turned.

"Do you know how to treat a dislocated shoulder?"

He nodded. Grover pointed to my shoulder. I was really not going to enjoy this.

Again, it's up to you whether to classify this as a cliffhanger. I accidently skipped Capture the Flag but because of how the story is flowing, I think it's better that way. Apparently, Tyson was in the underwater forges, Nico was working out tweaks (as it said) and Thalia was with the hunters. There's a possibility that I will add Nico and Thalia on through the story including Tyson. But don't count on it, I'm still working on tweaks myself because I finally made up an ending, that I will NOT spoil for you, I haven't even written it down yet, it's still in my 'head-movies'.