We seriously need one of those dream catcher things. And a lot of them.

Percy was in the water. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but what he didn't know was why? He didn;t remember falling asleep in any water, was this a dream? He had enough of those thank you very much.

But in the water, thats when he saw it. A flickering light deep in the depths of the water. He listened closely. It almost sounded like the light was talking to him, because he could almost maker about a voice.

He swam closer to exam it, but as he did, his eye's widened and fear over took him. Because as he got closer, he saw A familiar huge black maw with bad teeth alignment start to rise toward him, enveloping the light. It was Charybodis.

As Charybodis charged toward him, her mouth opening up to swallow him up as she unleashed an ungodly growl. He tried to flee, but the water wouldn't let him! Charybodis was sucking him in with her mouth like a vaccum,trapping him in place! It became seething cold, and it looked as if he was freezing. He heard a voice, speaking in ancient greek.

"Get me out..."

He went pale back as the giant monster pulled him in and swallowed him, and the light got brighter, almost enveloping him as the water turned to ice around him.

"Get me out!"

Percy woke with a jolt! He looked around, he was in his cabin, covered in sweat. Better than ice. He looked at his hand, it was trembling. He touched it with his other to stop it.

"Just...what was that?" He asked himself.

-

Nico wouldn't call himself an art person, I mean he liked looking at cool looking things as much as the next guy. but cave paintings where not his thing. 'And here I thought I would be able to have a calm sleep in my lonely cabin this time around' he thought looking at his surroundings. He was inside of what once was cave he assumed surrounded by crude drawings of animals and humans. Nothing was attacking him or talking to him which was a good change of pace, but something was telling him to keep going forward and like every time he felt a feeling about something he followed it with caution. The tunnel led him to a carved out piece of rock standing on a pedestal with his gut feeling telling him this was it.

The rock was nothing special and there was nothing special on it just the crude drawing of a stick figure that a 6 yr old would draw 'So I guess we can thank our ancestors for all those drawings in our notebooks during class... WHAT?!' The crude drawing of the man began to move and get dark and dark until it was just a blob of black paint in the middle until an arm jetted out and pulled Nico in; almost smashing his head against the rock. The Hades demi-god struggled to get out of the black hand that was dripping with pain of the same color and then a voice came from the black hole. Deep and old "Get. me. OUT."

Nico's eyes shot wide open as he grabbed at his chest not feeling that black hand clutching their anymore. Breathing heavily a feeling of dread came over him "... Why do I get the scary ones."

Annabeth looked around. She seemed to be standing at a stone altar of some kind, one that seemed to be century's old, possibly even older. Mist seemed to cover the area...no not mist, they were clouds! Just how high up was she?!

'Just where am I? This doesn't look like Olympus. The architecture doesn't seem to match any of the designs I've seen. They look similar yes, but...older. Like this place hasn't been used in how many years...huh?'

Annabeth thought she heard something and looked forward. A light began to shine in front of her, almost like the rising sun on a morning day. It became so bright that Annabeth had to cover her eyes less they blind her. She could almost make out something...

"out...get...out!"

"What?! I don't understand!"

The light began to burn and envelope the area. As she felt her self being enveloped she heard the voice in a powerful tone.

"GET ME OUT!"

Annabeth shot right up. Breathing heavily, she looked around and sighed in relief that she was in her cabin. Running a hand through her hair, she gained her bearings. "...Why can't I get a break anymore?"

-

"How am I able to breath... and hear myself" Hazel wondered out loud. 'Course you would think about that and not how you're on the freaking moon!' she chastised herslef as she took in her barren place. "At least the view is very pretty" looking at the stars overhead or the her home planet that was millions of miles away.

"Alright so this is a dream. Obviously, the question is why am I her? Think Hazel who was the god of the moon? Or was it a titan? Nothing has tried to attack me yet so I guess it isn't an enemy." and that's when a female voice cut her off.

"No god summoned you here"

Hazel turned immidiately only to be met with the dark side of the moon where even she couldn't see; being a daughter of Hades and all that was advanced darkness. "Who are you?"

2 eyes then showed in the darkness. 2 bright purple iris' peered at her from that side and nothing more. "How quaint that a daughter of Hádēs would be the one I summoned. I am not your enemy, but something will be. And me an my friends will be needed. They should have already communicated with other Demi-gods. Find them, release them, then come for me."

Hazel just met her with a bewildered look "H-How are we suppose to release you? You're on the moon!"

Hazel could only assume the girl smiled by how her eyes shifted "Ask your family." and then the dream began to fade as everything became blurry "Oh and tell Chiron..." The sound of a whip cracking filled the non-existent air "We have not forgotten."

The daughter of Hades woke up slowly staring at her ceiling "... How did someone get on the freaking moon?"