I loved writing in Rachel's point of view. It was nice to see the fight from someone else. Now even though I have gotten no bashes against Rachel, I an asking for this story, please don't bash her. That's all I ask. Now on to the story!

Disclaimer: I asked Rick to hand me the rights to PJO, someone got kicked out. And guess what? It wasn't him.


It was quiet. Too quiet. The flames flickered, bringing very little light in the room. In the room there was beautiful woman. She had black flowing hair that was tied in a braid. She was wearing a beautiful white gown, and a gleaming bronze breastplate hung on her chest. Her steely gray eyes looked around the room analyzing everything little thing. The woman's from flickered into a modern outfit. The gown turned into a white blouse and jeans. Though the woman look a normal, but the aura around her said different. It was, godly. Behind the woman was a gleaming white palace. The palace look like Ancient Greek architecture, except it wasn't in ruins. Shiny, glorious, and radiant. Then, the woman turned and spoke.

"What are you doing here?" The woman questioned, well more like commanded. There was no response. "I suppose you want to know where where, don't you?" She asked again. No answer. "I must say though, your kind can't see our world. There are very few. Those who do either go crazy or live on with their lives. However, you child, are different, You force yourself to do so. It's interesting. But that's not why you're here are you? Mm, not at all. No. There's another reason. You wish to seek why the Mist affected you this way. I have seen what you have done, every single time and what you've done so far is very unwise. However on another matter, the Mist is the least of your worries at the moment." The Mist was the least of worries. What did that mean? The woman continued. "There are more challenges to come, more problems await you," she said, her voice fading. "Oh, and you hurt my daughter again you shall surly understand why Percy is sacred of me, than my own Father." And everything faded to black.

The room was dark. It smelled of death and damp. There was sudden bright flash. A wind blew across the surrounding side. Mist began to roll in from the bay. The name that popped up was California. Why here? This becomes more and more confusing.

"Help..." a weak, strained voice called. "Help..." Down the mountain was a tall man. Huge and buff. He was holding something, something heavy. "Help..." he called again. "Help me. Help me come out from my punishment. Help me rise. I can tell you everything. Including the Mist-a," he said, his voice straining due to pressure. "Join me-e-e-e," and the voice faded. Everything began to fade to black.

Once again the images shifted. It was back at the gleaming white Greek palace. Except now it was inside. There the hearth quietly crackled. It's light gave an ominous glow to the room. There were two figures. One was the same woman before. The other was taller than her. He too, like the woman had a godly aura, like the sea. The man for a moment looked like- well like Percy.

"It is unwise to trust the girl. I mean she is mortal," the woman said. The way she said mortal was like she was not and sort of disgusted by it. Like acid on her mouth.

"Now, Athena, you can't tell me that you do not trust this girl?"

"No I do not! And so should you."

"Why?"

"Why? Why? I'll tell you why. She pushed my daughter down the seats of the amphitheater. So therefor, she should not be trusted," The woman "Athena" retorted.

"But she could be the-"

"Hush."

"Wha-"

"I said hush you incompetent fool!"

"Why?"

"Your is really filled with kelp, Poseidon."

"Excuse me?"

"Quiet you fool! Turn around!" The two gods turned and looked. They looked furious.

"Did you know it's unwise to spy? You usually get caught."

"I agree." And everything went to black.


SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! A loud snap awoke Nancy. Nancy slowly opened her eyes. The sunlight burned in her eyes. She still couldn't get use to it. She slowly got out of bed and when she did, her head hurt! Once again she felt the Mist pull over her eyes, trying to make her forget her dream. Too bad that didn't work. Questions soon began to form in Nancy's head, that just added to the headache she already woke up with. What did those dreams mean? Why would this 'Athena' person talk to her not just once, but twice? And what did she mean she had bigger challenges to face? And the tall man who was he? And why was 'Athena' and this man 'Poseidon' talking about a mortal girl. Realization struck her, like a brick wall. They were talking- talking a-a-b-bout her. HER! But a three statements rang in Nancy's head like an alarm. The were loud and clear and guess what? They were all made by the same person. The first still bothered her: " There are more challenges to come, more problems await you." The second and third hurt her. It cut her open. "It is unwise to trust the girl. I mean she is mortal." "Why? Why? I'll tell you why. She pushed my daughter down the seats of the amphitheater. So therefor, she should not be trusted." Questions, questions. What should she do?


As Nancy was thinking, a shadow appeared around the corner. It giggled.

"Hehehe! This is going to be fun! Hehe!"

The sunlight was beating down on the camp. A cool, crisp, relaxing autumn wind by. Nancy on the other hand, was not relaxed. In fact she panicking. She jogged to the Big House, her hair flying in the wind. What should she tell Chiron? Maybe she should tell Rachel? No, Rachel hated her at the moment. Most of the camper, or at least the ones who knew Annabeth, did not like Nancy for the time being. Especially Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. Speaking of Poseidon, Nancy remembered what she was doing. Next stop, Chiron. Maybe he'll know what to do, right?

"Hehehe! This is going to be the best love triangle, yet! Oh! I can't wait! Time to mess with some lives! Hehehe! This is going to be great! YAY!" The woman squealed. And as soon she said that she disappeared in a puff of smoke, but because giggled loudly,it awoke grumpy, old Mr. D.

"Huh? Agh! Probably some rotten kid. Curse you, Father! WHY ME-E-E!" Mr. D complained. The sober, tired, old, punished Mr. D slumped back down into the bed, his face falling face first on the pillow, hard!

"Ow-w-w-w-w!"


A/N: This was a very interesting chapter to write. Writing a dream sequence without showing that it was Nancy having the dream was very hard to do, but it was accomplished. So now the question is what does Nancy have to do and what challenges does she have to face? Why were Athena and Poseidon talking about her? Who's the mysterious man? Who's the woman? Will Mr. D ever get a good night's rest. Why am I talking like TV show announcer? I have no idea. Anyway, sorry about the rant. I think you know what to do.

~Son of Lord Zeus (P.S. There's a poll about Percy and Nancy. Feel free to take it, if you wish)