Prologue

Ble Fotia: Welcome, readers, to the revamped version of Truth or Dare, by the one and only, Ble Fotia!

Percy Jackson: Sup guys.

Eragon Shadeslayer: Greetings Readers.

Ble Fotia: Just a little authors's note before we get into the action here folks. In this story, the only thing I own is the ridiculous things the characters end up doing. So no, I don't own either of this magnificent stories. Now let's set the stage…

General POV

On a door, on a cabin, in a very special summer camp, was a note. This door was the door of Cabin Three, and that very special summer camp was none other than Camp Half-Blood. The note(Written by yours truly) read-

"To Whomever-so-shall-find-this,

Please excuse the campers Perseus Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Piper Mclean, Reyna Ramirez-Arellano, Frank Zhang, and Hazel Levesque for the next two weeks. Rest assured that your favorite demigods will be returned to you free of physical harm. Please contact Michael Kahale at Camp Jupiter, so as to inform him that his preators will be gone for the following two weeks.

Thanks a million,

Ble Fotia"

At precisely 8:29 am on Monday morning, Katie Gardner camp running up to Cabin Three in an attempt to find Percy Jackson. Her hopes were dashed the second she caught sight of the note on the door. Quickly ripping it from the door, she scanned through it hurriedly. Upon completion, she began sprinting for the Big House. The second she got there, she burst through the door, calling out. "Chiron! Bad News!" The centaur rolled through the doorway in his enchanted wheelchair, taking the proffered letter. He scanned it through quickly before he began to exit the Big House. He pulled out the garden hose, aiming in the air. A golden drachma flipped through the air, into the misty spray, as he clearly stated, "Michael Kahale, Camp Jupiter." The centurion answered almost immediately.

"You would be Chiron, I presume?"

"Mr. Kahale. May I assume you received a similar letter to mine?"

"You would be assuming correctly. Then we both know someone managed to abduct our leaders without any type of alarm or protection being set off?"

"There's only one kind of person that could do this."

"And who would that be, Mr. Chiron?"

"Someone powerful beyond our beliefs, Mr. Kahale. I hope to the gods, that who ever they are, we never get on their bad side."

"I wonder if anyone else will be abducted?"

Ble Fotia: Little did they know, there had already been a number of other abductions. However, we should forgive them for not knowing, because they all happened in a realm they don't even have a clue exists.

Shur'tugal Island

General POV

Blodhgarm climbed the stairs to the tower room of the lead rider, Eragon Bromsson. Even by the standards of the other impressive buildings on the island that now hosted the fledgling headquarters of the slowly returning Rider Order, this tower was massive and magnificent. Unfortunately for Blodhgarm, who was not a dragon rider and thus could not simply fly up, that meant an impressive amount of steps had to be climbed to simply reach the Lead Rider's rooms. Embarrassingly for the elf, this had left him quite out of breath by the top of the tower. As he doubled over to catch his breath at the top of the stairs, he noticed something unusual about the door leading to the reception area built into the Lead Rider's suite. Straightening back up, he frowned as he read through the note affixed to it. It read-

"Dear (hopefully) Blodhgarm,

Sorry for the lack of notice, but I'll be borrowing your Lead Rider for two weeks. I may have also borrowed the Elvish Queen, so you might want to use the scrying mirror in the reception area to give them a call, just in case they missed my little letter. Anyway, regards,

Ble Fotia.

P.s. If the door is locked, your one-time password is 'Paradise'"

Blodhgarm checked the door, and found it locked. He quickly gave the password, and slipped into the reception area. Going over to the large scrying mirror against one wall, he cast a spell to allow him to connect to a similar mirror in the elvish throne room. He was greeted by the sight of an argument raging, with many of the lords and ladies of Queen Arya's court attempting to yell over one another in their frenzy. Eventually they noticed Blodhgarm's many attempts to get their attention, and they flocked to the scrying mirror to exchange information. Many were puzzled at who had the kind of power to simply breach the protections surrounding the two locations, and abduct two of the most powerful riders in the world. And, by some twist of fate perhaps, a minor lord spoke up. "I wonder if anyone else has been abducted?" he asked, mimicking the words just spoken multiverses away.

Ble Fotia: Well folks, I'll bet you weren't expecting this. Over six years ago I began publishing the original version of this story, and I felt it was time to finally rework it, and finish it. So folks, I hope you enjoy the new prologue, and I'll keep posting as my schedule allows. Until next time, Ble Fotia.