Chapter 10 Part 1: A Woman In My Dreams

(Author's Note)

Hey everyone! I'm am SO SORRY for being gone for so long. I know that this chapter is late and shorter than normal, but I just wanted to get something out asap. Besides, this is a part 1, so part 2 should come out in a day or two. I'm trying to get back on schedule, but I was recently told by my boss that I'm going to have to fill in for her for about three or so weeks later this month. Meaning I have to work and additional four hours a day and work days(I usually work evenings, btw). So my writing time coming up is going to dwindle drastically, but up until that time I will try my best to get as much writing done as possible. So for the time being you guys might be getting shorter chapters as I work on trying to backlog some chapters in case I don't have time to write in the coming weeks.

I had such a hard time trying to write Ch9 Part 2 that I eventually decided to cut it out. But don't worry, you didn't miss much, it took place before the story and was the story of how Sara, Leonidas' mom, and his father met. But I wasn't going to give away who he was in that, so you didn't really miss anything. I thought about it for some time and finally decided that it wasn't necessary. But don't worry, we'll soon learn who Leonidas' father is. And by soon I mean Ch11, so have fun waiting for that.

Since I last uploaded I also started up two games I used to play, Ark: Survival Evolved and Conan Exiles, so a lot of my time was sucked into playing those. I also got a 3d modeling software to help me come up with ideas for Leonidas and other OC's that I made, but it turned out to be a total waste of money for what I can do without literally spending hundreds of more dollars to be able to do anything above the basic level.

Anyway, if you're Following me then you'd know that I recently put up the idea for a PJ SYOC and are currently accepting submissions. But don't worry, I won't eb starting that story until long after this one is over, this one comes first. That's also where a lot of my recent time went, I got so much feedback for that story that I literally received 65+ PM's in two days, yeah, I know, crazy. That has all died down now so I can focus on this story again.

One last thing, I put up a new Poll on my Profile to determine what stories I put out in what order. You have nine choices to pick from and get three votes, so select your favorites and I'll write the next story based on what wins. But keep in mind that since 'PJ Rewritten for Pertemis' won before that I'll be doing it before the 'God Percy' story. I just have to do a lot of planning before I start that story, since I'm literally rewriting two series and ten books. It won't be out for some time.

Well, that's enough for now. I hope you guys like this shorter chapter. This and part 2 are a lead up to ch11, which will be the big middle part climax until the end. SO I can't wait until I get to that. See you at the bottom.


Chapter 10 Part 1: A Woman In My Dreams

(June 2, 2011)

[Recap: Ares controlled the mind of one of his children in order to kill Percy in his sleep but was ultimately thwarted by Clarisse. During the announcement to the camp, Ares controlled the minds of two more of his children and tried to kill Percy again, but was stopped again by Clarisse and Leonidas. Then, during the hullabaloo, Thalia arrived at camp to talk to Percy.

Meanwhile, Rachel Elizabeth Dare's vision of the future became clear and right before she could warn the camp a mysterious woman clad in light like the morning sun appeared before her. Ordering Rachel to warn Percy to heed her warning and for him to not challenge her champion, Leonidas, before putting the young Oracle to sleep.]

The Next Day~

Percy was sitting atop of a towering cliff face looking off into the sunrise, his girlfriend Annabeth leaning against his side with her head resting on his shoulder as he mindlessly played with her blonde locks. It was utterly serene, the most peaceful he had felt in many years. Everything was perfect, the sun was warm, but not too hot. The light breeze was enough to cool the skin without being chilly and the few chirping birds off in the trees behind them made enough background noise to set a calming mood without being too annoying. But something was bothering him…

...It was too perfect. And his gut was telling him that something was wrong but he couldn't put his finger on it. Something just felt… off. After some time trying to figure it out himself, he turned to face Annabeth and ask if she sensed something but jumped back in shock when he came face to face with an unknown woman.

"Aahh!" He threw himself back onto the dirt, his eyes wide as he stared at an unknown woman who had suddenly taken the spot of his girlfriend. She was slightly taller than Annabeth, with pinkish-blonde hair tied up in an elaborate braid like a crown atop her head and was adorned in a beautiful pink dress that swayed with the wind in perfect rhythm. "Who are you?!" He demanded, out of his sudden shock. "What did you do to Anna-"

"Do not fear, I have done nothing to her, Perseus. You are dreaming. We are inside of your mind, I merely wished to speak with you in private." Her voice was so enchanting that one wanted to hang onto her every word. She held her hand out delicately, wordlessly asking for him to help her up. When Percy made no move to help her rise, she lazily rolled her eyes before floating herself up to her feet without difficulty. "And here I thought that you were a gentleman." She mumbled to herself, looking off to the horizon with a relaxed smile.

"I'm sorry, but am I supposed to know who you are?" Percy asked a little harshly. "You invade my mind like this, pretending to be my girlfriend and you expect me to talk to you?"

The woman didn't appear bothered by his tone, only continuing to look off into the rising sun. "My, you have such a brilliant vision of the sunrise, don't you?"

Percy blinked, tracing her line of sight to the morning sky. It was a beautiful display of purples, pinks, oranges and soft reds swirling around the other in an endless dance. He was about to ask her what she meant when he recognized the scene before him. "...Wait," He mumbled softly, his eyes widening with realization. "I know this sunrise." He turned slightly to face the mysterious woman. "Annabeth and I watched this same sunrise last year when we took a vacation from camp for my birthday…"

"Is that when this was from?" She asked aloud, looking around them like she was taking in every aspect of the scene in front of them at once before nodding, her eyes shifting around at a million miles an hour. "Ah yes, this one." She let out a content sigh, like she had fond memories of this particular sunrise, her rosy cheeks becoming warmer. "August eighteenth two thousand ten, I remember that morning in perfect detail. I was in an explicitly good mood that morning… so I crafted the heavens to replicate that." She smiled to herself, her rosy cheeks becoming even redder. "You could say that I… had received a… very special gift that morning and, though while extremely tired, was overjoyed. But you, as a male, could not understand, I am sorry." She turned to face Percy, her warm smile threatening to break from her face. "The dawn has always replicated my emotions, but this morning was especially beautiful. By far my favorite in the past few centuries." Her head tilted slightly as she raised a delicate finger to her chin. "But I did not realize that it was also your birthday and that you were watching. I was… otherwise occupied that morning. I hope that you and your love appreciated the breathtaking display?"

Percy blinked again. What game was this lady playing? Who was she? Since she was here in his mind, he assumed that she was at least a goddess, though she gave off a slightly different, older, more powerful aura than most gods he met. So that only left one option. "You're a Titaness." He stated, fully turning to her now.

Her smile grew. "Yes, I am."

"But who-"

"You know who I am, Perseus." She interrupted him softly, turning back to the sky. "This is not the first time we have met, you and I. Though, I can not blame you for not remembering me, since I hid all memory of myself in your subconscious. If you had to guess, Perseus, who would you say I was?"

Percy thought about it for a second. From what she said he was pretty much sure that she was a Titaness of the sky or something, but for the life of him he couldn't remember her name or be sure if she was related to more than the sky or not. Studying the thousands of figures in Greek history and remembering who each one of them was, wasn't exactly his forte. But the only thing was, he thought that she had Faded long ago with her brother and sister. "...You're… a Titaness of the sky, right?. And you… you brought me back to life!" His eyes widened with realization, finally remembering her.

She let out a brief, light chuckle. "You could not remember my name, could you?" Her tone was light and humorous, letting Percy know that she wasn't upset about it. Her voice turned a little more serious. "But I wouldn't have expected you to. My name has been lost to history millennia ago. There was only one being alive that knew of my existence before now. But alas, the dawn draws ever nearer and I must open the gates of heaven. My time here is limited, Perseus, so I must be quick. I have come to warn you."

Percy's breath hitched slightly, his eyes narrowing. "...Am I in danger?" He asked. He didn't know what this woman wanted or why she was here, but since she hadn't just killed him, threatened him or implied that she would, he figured that she at least didn't want him dead. And since she literally brought him back from the brink of death, it gave him a little more evidence that she didn't want him dead. Or at least it was unlikely. But the only question was, why?

Her smile dropped slightly. "In truth… I cannot say." She told him honestly, her voice still silky smooth even with her uncertainty. "But if I were to have my way… then no." She turned to fully face him, all of the wind died down- no, it stopped completely as if the very sky around them had frozen. The sunlight no longer gave off any heat and the calming aura coming off of her now made him shiver and the hairs on his arms stand up on end as if his instincts were warning him about her. "But in order for that to happen… you must heed my previous warning and stay out of my champion's way. He truly is a kind man, but he will not hesitate to kill anyone in his desire to save the world… or save me." Suddenly giant golden-red hued feathery wings burst from her back. With one beat of them she rose into the air a few feet over his head. "I beg you, Perseus, you are a great, honorable, innocent, beautiful man… I do not wish to see you destroyed for nothing. My hatred is not for you, and I do not wish to see you swept up in this. So when the time comes that you must face off against the other… I beg youstand aside. Let him go… or you will die." With that she flew off into the dancing sky.

Percy stepped towards her, his arm reaching out to her. "Wait! Who are you talking about-"

Suddenly he was in his bed, sitting up with his arm held out in front of him, reaching for something that wasn't there. Annabeth was next to him in their bed, looking at him like he had grown a second head. Her brow quirked up as his eyes moved to hers. "...Are you… okay, babe?" She asked him cautiously.

He blinked, trying to figure out what had happened. One second he had been in a dream talking to… whatever her name was, then the next he's in his bed. He blinked again, only now realizing that he had been staring at his girlfriend for half a minute without saying anything. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." He lied, shaking his head slightly as he rolled out of bed and took the single step to his dresser. "Just… weird dream."

"Are we talking 'demigod weird' or 'normal Percy weird'?" She asked with a slight chuckle, rolling to her side to check her alarm clock and groaning when she saw the time. "It's only six, come back to bed."

"...Normal weird. Something about ice cream talking to me as I ate it." He lied again. "Besides, not tired." He told her as he slipped a fresh shirt over his head and tried his best to look dignified putting his pants and socks on. "'Sides, don't you remember what Thals said? About our… 'Mutual friend' that wanted to talk?"

Annabeth nodded, remembering. "Oh yeah." She laid back down in the bed, snuggling in the blanket as she watched him get ready. "But I would still feel better if you brought someone with you. You are leaving camp for the morning. Who knows how many Monsters you could run into."

"Oh no sane Monster would get within a mile of me, you know that, Wisegirl." He stepped into their tiny adjoining bathroom to grab his toothbrush to brush his teeth while they talked. "Nuttin' ta w'rry 'bout." Came his assurance, his mouth full of toothpaste.

Annabeth didn't even have the energy to roll her eyes. "Just be careful out there, okay?"

Percy returned from spitting out the toothpaste and running a comb through his hair. "Of course, Beth." He paused by her side of the bed to place a quick peck on her cheek. "Love you." He was in the doorway when a thought hit him. "Want me to start the coffee for you, babe?"

She grimaced, her face turning slightly green. After shaking her head slightly she answered, laying back down and bringing the comforter up to her chin. "No thanks, Percy." She told him. "...I… haven't been feeling up to having coffee lately."

He blinked once then again, shaking his head slightly. "Don't want coffee?" He asked, his voice laced heavily with skepticism. "Who are you and what have you done with Annabeth?'

He just received a soft groan from the bed, letting him know that she wasn't in the health nor mood for jokes. "You sure you aren't getting sick, Annabeth?" He asked from the door, jutting his thumb behind him. "Because I can go get Will-"

"No," She said quickly before relaxing back into the bed, her voice returning to normal. "No, I mean, I just need some rest is all. I already went to the doctor when I went to visit your mom, remember? I'm fine, just a bug. Don't worry about me, Seaweed Brain, you go out there and see what she needs."

After a second he nodded. "If you're sure, Annabeth, then okay." He let out a shrug then walked out the door, telling her he loved her once again before closing it and heading out of his apartment and into the camp in the direction of the camp border where a very special item was waiting for him, one he hadn't been able to use in quite a long time.

oooOooo

(Sorry again about the delay.

Can we get 10 Reviews?)

oooOooo

"Man I love this truck… but it is not the kind of vehicle to be driving around New York during rush hour." Percy was sat- and talking to himself as he sat in traffic- in his new truck than he had been given as thanks and an apology for his last car being destroyed by none other that Artemis herself. It was a royal blue Ford Raptor, a truly behemoth of a truck with it's extra foot of length and six inches of width. Percy towered over most of the SUV's, smaller cars and taxis on the road. His Celestial Bronze vehicle was currently stuck in traffic though as he made his way through the morning slog as the rest of New York tried their best to get to work on time.

He loved his truck, having used it a few times to take trips with Annabeth before the gods went silent. With the hidden, enchanted pop up camper in the back that could easily fit eight people, he and Annabeth camped out in it from time to time. His truck had also been used for a more practical purpose the other week when he used it to haul a trailer full of cows that he and Kent from Aristaeus purchased from a local farm to help supply the camp with milk and food. It was situations like that that he was glad for having a heavily modified truck made for him by Hephaestus that could stand up to pretty much anything Percy wanted… but for situations like this where he was just about the biggest single person vehicle on the road as he weaved through narrow New York City streets? It was kind of a pain.

After about an hour or so, he finally managed to get where he was going. A small, hidden cafe that he didn't even knew existed before. But that wasn't really unexpected, since New York was huge and he didn't frequent small holes in the wall like this. After finally finding a large enough parking spot eight blocks away that could fit his massive truck, he made his way to the cafe and inside.

Walking in it was just about what you'd expect for the hole in the wall that it was. Comfy sofas were abound, with thrifty coffee tables scattered around. Against the far brick wall was a large number of bookshelves, brimming with hundreds of books. Annabeth would love this place, he thought as he made his way up to the counter and ordered the first thing on the menu since he wasn't really one for fancy coffee shop coffee along with a breakfast sandwich. After paying for his overpriced cinnamon something or another and biscuit sandwich, he made his way to the far corner to wait for his company to arrive.

And the bell on the door ringing a second later alerted him that she had arrived. A tall, lean and lithe girl of about eighteen walked in. Dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and unzipped hoodie that had a logo of a muscular woman with a tiara on her head holding a large barbell over her head and read 'Train like a goddess' with a silver t-shirt underneath. After briefly scanning the small coffee shop she made her way straight to him and sat across from him at his table.

"Hello, Percy." The auburn haired woman smiled, her eyes shifting around the room as if she expected to be watched. "Thank you for meeting me so suddenly like this." She apologized, finally resting her eyes on him, giving him an apologetic smile. "When I sensed you in danger I made sure to contact Thalia as soon as possible and have her check up on you."

"Hey, Art-"

"Zoë, please." She cut him off kindly, sending her eyes up to the ceiling briefly. "I cannot allow my father to become aware that I am here with you." She told him, keeping her voice down so that only the two of them with their acute hearing could make out. "He has banned all contact with mortals. My brother and Hestia are helping me hide my signature from him and Ares, but I can't stay too long, someone might discover my absence. We have been ordered to stay within Olympus. I am risking a great deal by meeting with you today."

"Thals told me that you said it was life or death." Percy nodded to the goddess, recognizing the seriousness of her voice. "So, I'm here. What's going on? What's up with the gods? Why has Zeus closed Olympus? What do I need to do?"

After one last look around the cafe, Artemis turned her attention to Percy. "Olympus is on the brink of Civil War." She told him simply, her voice level and not showing any emotion whatsoever. Percy's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to talk only for her to put her hand up and continue, she wasn't finished. "I trust that Thalia informed you about the Prophecy like I instructed?" He nodded.

"Then you would know the seriousness of the current situation." She continued in stride, keeping her voice low.

"Olympus beware the Mortal of Might,

The heir shall strike War and Love in the night,

A long forgotten foe shall rise, an Angel and Lion in disguise,

The Mount shall fall and the Sky will rise,

The Son shall follow the fate of those before,

And slay his father at the door."

"That is what the Fates told us. A warning." Artemis let out a breath. "My father, along with Ares, believe that you are the mortal described in the Prophecy, Percy." She told him. "Because you, out of any mortal to ever live, poses the greatest threat to Olympus."

Percy nodded. "Yeah, Thalia told me that. Zeus is afraid of me because I am the leader of camp and have almost a hundred demigods ready to fight if I give the word. Not to mention my strength and abilities."

"Yes, and because of that, my father and Ares wish to see you killed before you have the opportunity to attack Olympus, kill your father, Ares, Aphrodite and take over Olympus."

"Which, is honestly just stupid." Percy muttered. "They think that I of all people would betray Olympus?"

"I agree." She nodded, letting out a sigh. "But my father is more paranoid now than he has ever been. You see… the gods are… growing weaker by the day. And soon, they will be almost helpless and vulnerable for an attack. Soon, then can be truly killed."

Percy eyes widened as he dropped his biscuit sandwich. "What?"

"Peace, Percy." She held out a hand to tell him to let her speak. "Know that Olympus, for now, is safe." She assured him. "Every millennia or so, our powers dwindle and we weaken, so much so that it is the closest time that we are like you, mortal with a mortal life. Able to be killed for good, caused to Fade into the Void beyond the realms of time and space."

"This is a natural occurrence," She told him. "Our sister pantheon, the Norse, go through a similar, yet albeit different, experience. We may be gods, but we are not all powerful. Our powers, knowledge, lives… are finite. We may live tens of thousands of times longer than you mortals, but in time, we too must succumb to the laws of the cosmos. We- no being is truly immortal." She paused to watch a woman and a small child enter, disregarding them as a threat after a second. "And it is in this time, that we call the Promised Day, that we gods may die if we are too weak. During that time we are almost helpless, but only for that day, as we gain back all of our powers the next morning."

"But I don't understand," Percy started. "How do you die? Why are you dying? Are you dying? My father-"

"I assume that you know what it means to Fade?" She asked instead of answering his question.

He gave a half shrug. "Sorta," he admitted. "But I've never really understood how it works. Do you just Fade if you're not worshiped by the world anymore?"

"In a way." She told him. "But it is more complicated than that. We, gods and Titans alike, rely on the constant worship and sacrifices of mortals to survive, yes, but there are many other factors to it. For example, Pan, the god of the Wilds, Faded not only because of the dwindling number of mortals that worshiped him, but because of how his domain was treated by mortals."

"Without significant worship by mortals, we gods and Titans cannot survive. And it is during this time, The Promised Day, one twenty four hour period of time, that those of us that are not strong enough… Fade into the Void. Die. We can Fade at any time, of course, but every Promised Day claims more and more of my fellow gods every time."

"None of the Olympians are dying, right?" Percy asked, worried for his father and friends on the Council.

Artemis' face dropped slightly, which made Percy's blood turn cold. "...I'm sorry, but no. Several gods are at risk of dying this year."

"Who?" He almost demanded.

"No one you would know, Percy." Her tone was a little accusatory, most likely because that was a reason why they were dying. "Attis, a minor god of vegetation is at the most risk. My brother and Asclepius have been tending to him for many months. Trying to keep his life force strong… but it is a futile endeavor. He is going to die this Promised Day." After letting out a quick breath and slightly shaking her head, she continued. "But there are more, many more who are at risk this year. Caerus, Dinlas, Priapus, Zelus and even… Triton, your father's son. The Prince of the Seas."

"Are you serious?" Percy didn't even know what to say. Triton was dying? He and Percy never got along because of the rivalry between them, but he would've never wanted his dad to lose his eldest son. That begged the question, how was his dad doing? Percy hadn't heard from him in over a year, so this was news to him.

Artemis gave a slow nod. "I wish it were not true, Percy, but it is. Triton is going to Fade, he has been weak for almost a year and your father has employed every healer in the seas and Olympus, but there's nothing that can be done now."

"But what if I get camp and New Rome to worship Triton?" Percy asked quickly. "As well as the other gods? What if we sacrifice ten times as much as we usually do?"

Artemis slowly shook her head. "I'm sorry, Percy, but you cannot fight Fate. No god, Titan, Primordial or being in the history of the cosmos has ever been able to escape Fading on the Promised Day when they are in a weakened state like this." She let out a slow breath through her nose before tracking his eyes that were stared blankly on the table. "I am sorry, Percy, I know that you do not wish to hear it, but there is nothing you or anyone can do to help them. If a god or Titan is dying, then they will Fade within the next three weeks."

Percy bit his lip. He didn't know any of the gods she mentioned besides Triton, but it didn't matter, they were Olympians so as far as he was concerned they were family. And he fought for his family until the end. After releasing his death grip on the arm of his chair that no doubt dented it in some way and letting out a fast breath out of his nose, he looked up to Artemis. "So this is why Zeus is so worried?" He asked. "Because during this 'Promised Day' you are all weak? He fears that I'll attack during this time and kill them all?"

'Yes." She nodded. "No one on the council is at risk of Fading, thank Chaos, but during these next three weeks until the Promised Day, we are at the most risk of being killed. Say if you, or anyone wishes to kill an Olympian, then the Promised Day would be the best time to do it. We would still have some semblances of our powers and abilities up until the Promised Day, but not nearly at the same scope as we normally do. Right now it is taking a great deal of my energy to appear in this form, if my brother and Hestia were not assisting me than I would not be able to hide my presence from my father. And if I were honest," she paused to look right into his eyes, her own silver orbs significantly duller and less alive than normal. "I have no doubt in my mind that if you, Percy, joined with a small force of your best demigods… that you could topple Olympus during this time. You could kill us all. And that, is why my father fears you so."

"But as I said earlier, Olympus is on the brink of Civil War." She continued. "For now, we, myself, my brother, Hestia and Hera have managed to keep Poseidon in the dark about my father and Ares' plans to kill you."

"Why?" Percy asked. "If they're trying to kill me then wouldn't it be best if my dad knew? So he could help fight for me?"

Artemis shook her head. "No. Think about it, Percy. If your father knew that my father and Ares had tried to kill you five times now, then I have no doubt that Poseidon would go to war with them. Your father is extremely protective of you, he would have no qualms about taking the life of Ares if he could if he were to kill you." She paused to rest her chin on her propped up hands. "Already there is major discord among the gods concerning my father's plans to kill you and for letting so many demigods die. So much so that lines have already started to be drawn if Olympus should go to war." She looked right into his eyes, her orbs fierce and brighter than they were previously. "If it comes to be, then you would have the backing of myself, my brother, Hermes, Hestia and of course your father."

. . .

Percy let that all sink in for a few minutes as Artemis left to order her own coffee, leaving him to his thoughts for a few minutes. After she returned with her chocolate drenched drink, he looked right up to her, his face serious. "Do you have any idea who this 'Mortal of Might' is?"

The goddess shook her head. "No, I do not. All of Olympus has been trying to discover the meaning of the Prophecy-"

"I may know who it is." He cut her off suddenly, his voice low, cold and soft. His eyes looked up to hers, his face serious. "Leonidas."

Her brow peaked slightly. "Leonidas?" She asked, her tone level, calculating. "Who is that?"

"He's the mortal Thalia, the hunters and I ran into in Colorado on our hunt for the elder hydra." He told the goddess. "I don't want to believe that Leonidas could be the person in the Prophecy, but the wording? 'Mortal of Might'? It can't be a coincidence, he is by far the strongest person I have ever met."

Artemis raised her hand to her chin in thought. "Hmm, oh yes, Leonidas. I recall Thalia informing me about such a man on their hunt." She looked to Percy, her face slightly curious but mostly cautious. "Is it true that he was able to easily overpower them?"

Percy nodded. "Yeah, but not only that, he stomped your hunters." Percy lowered his voice. "He destroyed them in combat. Not even Thalia was able to take him on. I honestly don't know what would've happened if we didn't stop fighting when we did, he was kicking my ass and it was almost like he was able to read my mind, I couldn't out maneuver him."

Her face grew deathly pale. "I was worried of this." She muttered. "Thalia told me of his immense strength, but I honestly did not know if I believed her. Her claims of his strength and abilities… well they were almost like something out of a story. " Her voice suddenly turned serious. "Do you believe that he could be the mortal in the prophecy?"

He hesitated a few seconds. "...I don't want to think that he would be capable-"

"That is not what I asked, Percy." She cut him off, her voice still deathly serious. "Do you believe, by that I mean do you think it at all possible that this 'Leonidas' is the mortal in the prophecy?"

"Yes." Percy said without hesitation to only falter a second later. "But just because he's strong, okay? I don't think that he could be all that bad. He's a great guy, kind, honest, hardworking… I just don't see how he would be able to pose a threat to Olympus." His eyes widened suddenly. "...Unless…"

Artemis instantly picked up on his last word. "'Unless'?" She asked. "Unless what?"

Again Percy took a few seconds to answer, thinking over everything he remembered from his weird dream this morning and the woman in it telling him to avoid her champion. "...Unless he is being influenced by someone." Her brow peaked higher this time. "I had someone enter my dream last night, I don't know who she was, but she told me that she had a 'champion' and that she was warning me to stay out of his way, because if I didn't… then I'd die."

"This 'someone' who entered your dream, do you have any idea who she might be?"

"No," Percy shook his head," "Not really, I think that she is related to the sky, but-"

"But the sky has dozens of gods and Titans connected to it." Artemis finished for him. "Did she give you any other information? Such as who her champion was or what their goal was?"

"She didn't say who he was… but she did say that he…" Percy paused to run over his dream again in his mind. "She said that "he will not hesitate to kill anyone in his desire to save the world… or save me"." Percy repeated her words, his hand running through his hair as he tried to think what that meant. "But how would him thinking that he was saving the world be relative to the prophecy? It says that he will kill Ares and Aphrodite, how is that saving the world?"

Artemis shrugged. "I do not know, Percy. But let me try to spy on him. If I can pick out his aura at camp then I should be able to watch him." She paused to sit back in her seat and bring her hands to her head, concentrating. After a full minute of this, she dropped her hands and let out a defeated sigh. "Argh, it's no use. I can't even pick him out or see a picture of him."

"Why?" Percy asked. "Because you're weakening?

"In a way," She told him. "That may be a cause, but it is almost like something is blocking my vision of him. Even in my weakened state, I am able to see you at camp, but not him. That is how I was able to sense that you in danger when Ares sent his son to kill you. I am not even able to see an image of him in my mind. It as almost as if he does not exist."

"How is that possible?"

The goddess gave a slight shrug, still confused herself. "It must mean that whoever met with you in your dream, is hiding this 'Leonidas' from my, and the other gods, vision. She must be immensely powerful to do so."

They continued to talk for a little longer, Artemis instructing him to return to camp as if nothing happened, as they could not be sure that Leonidas was that mortal in the prophecy. But also because that if he was sent by Zeus- which Artemis believed since it made sense that he would have one of his servants, ie a being of the sky, work with Leonidas- then it would be unwise to let him know that Percy and Artemis suspected him until they were ready to confront him. As Zeus had banned all contact with mortals, Artemis, along with the other gods, were banned from visiting camp and their trespass would not go unnoticed. So Percy and the campers were left to deal with the possibility of Leonidas being the mortal in the prophecy by themselves. And if necessary, be forced to confront and fight him by themselves without the aid of the gods as well.


(Author's Note)

Well thanks again for reading. I know this chapter was talky with no action, but it's important. Next chapter will be about the same, but like I said, they're set up for ch11.

I'll try to get part 2 out asap, I've already started it and it shouldn't be much longer than this one. Expect it in the next few days. After that I'll start binge writing as I try to get as much done as possible before I have to fill in for my boss and won't have free time to write.

Is anyone going to Denver Pop Culture Con(Comic Con, they changed the name) this year? I'm going all three days with a few friends. If you're going, let me know and we can meet up for lunch or something or just to say hi. I'll give you behind the scenes info on the story or something if you actually do. I don't have anything planned, of course, since I'm not a big name or anything and there's NO WAY I could get a table or something, but I think it would be cool to meet some of you guys. It's a goal of mine to meet one of you guys one day. Let me know with a PM or on Twitter if you're gonna be there, we can work something out.

Fun Fact: Leonidas has never been to school, driven a car, been to a mall, or anything that an ordinary person would consider 'normal'. He grew up for twelve years never seeing another person, car, street light, or any example of human activity besides the small house he and his mother lived in. That's why he looks down on mortals, he doesn't understand them and thinks they are primitive.

Question of the day: 'Who is your least favorite main character in any PJ book?' in terms of anything, really. I'd have to say that I didn't really like Hazel very much and found Frank kind of annoying when reading them for the first time.