Percy growled in frustration and hit the book that was on the ground.

"Hey," a voice warned from behind him, "Don't kick the book."

Percy let out a sigh, and without even turning around, he said, "Hey Annie, what are you doing here?"

Annabeth smirked, "First don't call me Annie," she paused and looked around Percy's new room. Ever since he joined the Avengers, he had gotten a new bedroom in the tower, a helmet to cover his face when he fought, and a lot of other cool accessories. "And, I'm here because I wanted to check up on you, Seaweed brain." Annabeth continued, still looking around Percy's room. She pointed to the book labeled 'Ancient Greek Myths and Monster', "Pick that up, the book didn't do anything to you."

Percy sighed and picked up the book and ran his hand through his hair. He sat down on his bed and skimmed through the pages again, trying to find a lead on who the voice was.

Percy had been having recurring dreams about it since he joined the Avengers. It always said one thing; 'Give up' or 'This quest is futile'. The voice had always appeared next to Tartarus, and it's voice always sent a chill down Percy's spine.

Percy hated Tartarus about as much as a person could hate anything. He had spent his time down there and he didn't want to see it ever again. The place seemed to haunt him everywhere he went; the monsters howling, Annabeth screaming, and the pain. Lots of pain.

But that wasn't Percy's problem. His problem was that whenever he face a monster it wouldn't die as easily as it should. Even a simple hellhound could take up to an hour for him to kill. The monsters were becoming stronger, faster and more intelligent.

They seemed to know what Percy was going to do before he would do it.

He looked at Annabeth. She was humming what seemed to be a Greek song and was running her hand gently through her honey blonde hair. Percy smiled and put his hand over her shoulder. She looked at him and smiled too, "Any lead yet?"

Percy knew she was talking about his dreams, "No, not yet. But there are a few possibilities."

Annabeth nodded and Percy had the feeling that she had a clue to whom the voice belonged to, and by the look on her face is wasn't pleasant.

Percy glanced out his window and watched the sun setting. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, not wanting to spoil the moment, but he knew that Annabeth had to go back to camp to help build more cabin and keep the camp in order.

Annabeth seemed to have the same thoughts, because she lightly kissed him on the cheek. "I'll be back to check up on you, Seaweed brain." He gave her his famous lop-sided grin and kissed her on the cheek.

After Annabeth was gone, Percy flopped on his bed and buried his face under the covers. He didn't want to go to sleep, but he couldn't help himself as he closed his eyes.

His nightmare started like this:

He was standing on the edge of Tartarus, the bottomless pit seemed to swirl with evil and darkness. Just looking at it made Percy queasy.

He turned his head to see if the voice was they're yet, but what he saw was much, much worse.

The fates.

They looked the same as when he last saw them when he was twelve. When they cut Luke's life cord. Their eyes seemed to hold mixed emotions and their bony arms seemed to creak with anxiety.

They were nervous.

Not only did that make Percy nervous, but also it made him feel scared. What could make the fates go on edge? What horrible thing could do that to existence?

"Perseus," The middle fate rasped, "You must win this war or all will be lost."

"Yes," The left one agreed, "He doesn't want power. He wants revenge. He wants death. You must stop him!"

"He messes up the balance!" the right fate wailed, "He is too dark! Too powerful!"

"Wait!" Percy called out to them, "Whom are you talking about?"

"Darkness!" All three Fates wiled, "Darkness everywhere!"

Their image started to flicker, and Percy found himself trying to focus on their fading images.

"Beware!" They all wailed one more time before Percy's vision went black.

Instead of waking up, Percy found himself to be back where he was when he was talking to the fates, except it seemed darker, more evil and hostile. Percy knew it was only a matter of time before the dark voice would show up.

"Well, well, well," The voice chuckled, making Percy shiver. It was filled with so much hate and darkness that it made Percy want to curl up into a ball and sleep forever, trying to forget his problems. "Welcome back, Perseus."

"Who are you?" Percy croaked out. It seemed that his voice had abandoned him, but he didn't want to look weak in front of the being.

The being laughed darkly, "Erebus," The being hissed, "I am Erebus."

"Your darkness," Percy gasped and tried to stagger away from the being. He defiantly didn't want to fight the dark, Percy had enough trouble with the lord of the dead.

"Ah, so you do learn." Erebus said, and if Percy could see its face he would assume it was smirking at Percy's stupidity.

Percy took a deep breath, and with all his courage he shouted at Erebus, "What do you want?!"

Another dark laugh escaped from near the pit.

"What's a famous saying in your world? 'There's nothing sweeter than revenge.' That's what I want, little hero. I want revenge..."

I could just see that guy going like, 'MWHAHAHAHAHA! Now I take over your precious little earth and crush all you little mortals to peices! MWHAHAHAHA!'

Gods, I'm crazy.

Anyway. Good? Bad? Mediocre? Superb? Makes you want to find me and punch me in the face?