"Excuse me, sir, is this your car?" the police officer asked.

"Yes," I replied and the officer frowned.

"May I see your liscense?" he said, his brown moustache twitching like a caterpillar.

I pulled out my license and he examined it carefully.

"Right," he said, his face showing no emotion. I don't know what he saw through the Mist but I couldn't have looked good.

Another police officer came over.

"May I ask how your car got in that position?"

I met his cold, blue eyes.

"There were some things that I thought were chasing me."

His mouth set into a stern, hard line but he nodded for me to go on.

"One of them got in front of me so I swerved," I said, gesturing to the car.

"Right," he said,"anyway, I'll need you to come over to the station. We'll need to find out more about this."

"And my car?"

The officer laughed and I stepped back in surprise.

"Well, hopefully your insurance will cover enough for you to fix it."

I sighed in relief.

He slapped me on the back.

"Right," he said, "Let's get going."

I didn't normally have a problem with sitting in a car with mortals, but this time, something didn't feel right.

"Are you okay?" The blonde officer asked, looking at me with slight pity in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, shrugging of the strange feel to nervousness and staring out of the window aimlessly.

I didn't know much time had passed, but soon enough, Blondie exclaimed.

"We're here!" in a voice that was way to excited for just arriving at a police station.

I popped my seatbelt and glanced at him suspiciously as I got out of the car.

We were in the middle of nowhere. Dusky skies all around and not a police station in sight.

I drew my sword and turned back to the car, my suspicions confirmed as two ugly zombie like creatures snarled back at me.

Their rotting gray skin was stretched over their hollow body and they stared at me blankly with pure white eyes. I wrinkled my nose at the strong stench of decay.

I shook of a flashback of Tatarus and started taking hastey steps backwards as they advanced towards me.

These were not your typical Hollywood dumb, slow zombies. These zombies were fast, and strong too, I noted as I watched one of them hurl a tree branch out of the way.

"Two attacks in under an hour," I murmured, "gods have mercy."

"Two attacks for the child of two pantheons," the zombie on the left said in his raspy, gravelly voice.

Sytx. Now I had to deal with Norse monsters too?

They were advancing quickly and I knew I could keep running for long so I hastily grasped together some threads of a plan.

I concentrated hard and managed to gather water from the air, making a sprout of water shoot out at the zombies, taking them by surprise and making them fall over.

They immediately got up.

"Silly little hero," one of them rasped out, "don't you know that no one has ever come out alive from our attacks? We are the draugar. No one survives us."

The other draugar laughed and smirked a little from where he was standing.

"Remember this?" He asked, raising a hand and immediately I was thrown into a flashback.

I couldn't really describe what I saw. Many, many terrible visions sweiled and flashes into one. I saw myself torturing my friends, killing them in awful gruesome ways. I saw my mom, dead, and slashed open viciously, left to rot. Annabeth was screaming.

"Percy, stop, please!" She yelled. Everyone was killed. Because of me.

I saw Chiron give me an angry, disappointed look.

"You killed them," he said, turning away. "You killed them all."

"I didn't!" I screamed, "I swear I didn't!"

"This is all your fault, Percy," he said, his voice distorting and I felt myself get thrown back into the real world, on the hard floor, panting heavily.

I struggled to my feet, using Riptide as a crutch and looked around desperately for the draugar but they were not there. I sighed in relief, and put a hand to my forehead and feeling a long, thin scar on my forehead, a reminder of the vision the draugar had forced upon me.