Hope everyone had a great holiday. OK! Let's get on with the story.

Disclaimer: Oh, I no hath PJO. Rick, thou own PJO

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It was dark. So dark you couldn't even see yourself. In the dark, was a very thick mist. Sounds. Sounds all over. They echoed all around, though there seemed to be no walls. What type of dream is this? There was a flash and everything went black.

The light was harsh. But she could tell where she was.

"Olympus," she whispered. Olympus was beautiful. The statues of the gods rose all around the gardens and Olympus. The outside of the Hall of the Gods was at the top of the mountain. She slowly began to walk up the steps. The white marble stairs were grand and shined in the moon light. Perfect, she thought. Fit for the gods. At the entrance of the Hall of the Gods was the statues of Lord Zeus and Lady Hera, King and Queen of the Gods. She stared at the Queen's statue filled with hatred. And kept on walking without a second glance.

Inside, two figures stood alone in the hearth light. The light from the hearth came the Hall an ominous glow and feeling. Creepy, she thought. The two gods- well god and goddess- were talking in a secluded corner of the Hall, that even Zeus might not even see. Some discussion, well more like a argument, was going on between the two. Not them two again, she moaned. The Fates just playing with her.

"If I told you once, I told you a hundred times, I don't trust that mortal girl! I still say it's unwise to trust her," the female said, her tone filled with anger.

"Why? You never give reason," questioned the god.

"I have my reasons," she retorted. The god just stared at the goddess. Too bad the goddess was too proud and stubborn. Ten, maybe even 15 minutes of staring finally broke down the proud goddess. "The," she stops and whispers the last part, it very hard to hear what she just said. "Prophecy. It said that "a mortal girl shall help take a life, that it causes a person's strife." Therefore, I don't trust her, Poseidon. Simple as that!" the goddess replied to the sea god.

"Athena, you and I both know that prophecies have double meanings. Do not fret," Poseidon said, though he didn't sound so sure.

"I don't like that mortal girl. She's dangerous and unwise to trust. I don't want my daughter anywhere near her whatsoever. Plus, you should keep your kelp-head-of-a-son away from her. She should not be trusted."

"Why should my son, Percy, stay away from here?"

"You really are a kelp-for-brains, aren't you? That girl likes your son and harmed my daughter. Why would I let her go with Annabeth. She's-she's-she's," Athena was so disgusted by the girl's acts, she dared not say the things she wanted or she'd go into her true form. Not something you wanted. You'd be incinerated.

"Whatever you say Pellet Brain," Athena looked livid, "but I have other things to do. We will know what the prophecy means when it comes, bur for now I must go." And he left, leaving a sea breeze in his wake. Athena turned to her.

"I don't care what Seaweed Head says, that girl is trouble, you and I know it. I didn't like her from the moment I met her. I suppose you've seen a lot. The wisest thing to do is talk to Chiron. Do not mention this to anyone but him," her voice began to fade. "Be careful, daughter, old dark forces are rising again. I don't trust that mortal girl because she is unfit to lead a quest and two, it's unwise trust her," her voice fade in and out, in and out. "The Old One stirs, be careful! Be careful! Be care..." The Hall, Athena, and her voice faded and the area slowly turned to black.

Annabeth awoke with a start. Her heart was racing a million times a minute. She looked at her surroundings, analyzing everything around. It was then that she was not in her cabin. She felt a pain shoot through her arm. She looked down, her was in a sling covered linen. What happened? Next to her was Percy, tired and snoring softly, drooling. Thank the gods that's not me, Annabeth said in her head.

"Oh, good! You're up. How's the arm?" Will asked, who was the son of Apollo. Annabeth only then realized that she was in here because she, well more like Nancy, broke her arm.

"Fine, I guess. I mean there's the occasional pain, but other than that it's fine," she replied.

"Good. I'm guessing he never left," Will asked, pointing his head in Percy's direction.

Annabeth giggled, "Nope."

Will checked her arm. As he was doing that, Annabeth's mind was analyzing everything her mother and Poseidon was saying. What prophecy? Which mortal girl, Rachel or Nancy? She needed to tell Chiron because one, never disobey a god, and two, he needed to informed.

"Hey Will can I, um, get out of bed?"

"No."

"What? Why?"

"Because um, oh, I don't know, you have a broken arm."

"That doesn't matter, Will! I need to see him."

"Sh! You're going to wake people-"

"Don't care at the moment this is important." At this moment, Percy woke up. Annabeth had already swung her legs off the bed and stood up.

"Uh, Wise Girl, where you going?"

Never mind that Seaweed Brain. I've got to do something," she said. "Gotta tell... Important... Unwise... Prophecy..." Annabeth muttered as she sprinted off towards the Big House.

"That girl is going to be the death of you, Percy," Will muttered to the son of Poseidon.

"Yep, I know," he said running after hi girlfriend.

Will chuckled. "Those two are both so stubborn," he said, walking in to check in on other campers.

Though three questions remained, what's the connections between the incidents and why did Nancy push her and why can Nancy partially see through the Mist? It scared the daughter of Athena, not knowing. Maybe, just maybe, Chiron had the answers. Let's hope.

Meanwhile...

"Yes, little heroes, come to me. Hahahah! You're going to regret defeating me! Hahaha!" The man chuckled.

"Go on, my monsters, stall those heroes. I want those heroes weak before they get here. Do you understand?"

"Yes-s-s-s, my Lord."

"Go!" he said. The monsters took off. "Don't worry Mother, the Gods shall regret messing with us. Muhaha!" The earth shook, scaring the people of California. The man laughed evilly into the swirling mist shaking the earth and sky.

"And you little hero, are the first to go!"

N-n-n-O-O-O!" the hero screamed, but was soon cut off, leaving the air cold, dark, and empty. It was definitely the end.

A/N: And the drama increase. Mm... what do you think that part of the prophecy means? And whose the man? And how does Nancy seeing through the Mist connect to this? Let's see...

Anyway, I think you know what to do.

~Son of Lord Zeus