A/N: alright first off i'm sorry this chapter is not incredibly long. My computer decided to have it out for me lately, and kept either deleting the whole chapter or just certain parts of it. So what you see here is going to be only part of this chapter, the other half will be uploaded after I get off of work tomorrow. That is if my arms have not completely fallen off by then. By the way check out my last chapter of the western son, I have outlined a update schedule that I plan to keep, so be sure to check that out. And last thing before we get to the story, the next chapter for the queen's guardian's should be uploaded in the next few hours. But I make no promises as it is currently 1 in the morning when i'm writing this. now that that's out of the way back to the story.

Percy pov

I woke up when a freezing cold wind hit me in the face. Sitting up, I blinked my eyes to clear them. Looking around, I was confused by what I saw.

I was in a cave, beside me was a small fire. I stood up and stretched, trying to relieve the soreness I felt.

Looking at where I had woken up, I saw the culprits of my current painful situation.

There was what appeared to be a bear skin with the head and claws still attached. Poking out from underneath the bear skin, were the heads of multiple types of axes.

I grabbed and pulled them out from underneath the skin and began to study them.

There were three axes in total. One was a mountain climbing axe with a rope attached to the end of it. The second axe was a basic, two handed wood cutters axe whose blade gleamed in the fire light. When I picked up the last axe, a blood covered dane axe, a flood of memories streamed into my mind.

The clash of weapons, the cracking of bones and the death screams of fallen enemies. I quickly dropped it to the ground, the memories of my complete lack of control scared me. I hadn't meant to go that far, but something inside had taken over and I had absolutely no control over my body. I tried to get my mind of the horrifying memories by going back to look under the bear skin.

Lifting up the entire bear skin off the ground, and revealed the contents beneath it. There was the basic necessities for a camping trip, a backpack made of animal skins and a burlap sack.

Inside the sack was an assortment of berries, mushrooms and mixed nuts.

"You know," said a voice behind me, "it is considered very rood in your culture to not offer a guest a drink."

I spun around and located the speaker. He was a somewhat skinny man, with bronze like skin and black hair. His face was entirely covered in scars, as if he continually lost fights with weed whackers for the past several years.

"Who are you?" I asked. The man just laughed and sitting across the fire from me, he motioned for me to sit as well.

Not knowing what else to do I sat down. I was suspicious of the mysterious man, for one his eyes kept changing colour, never staying with one for too long before shifting to the next. Second he had an aura of power around him, similar to the one around Mr. D at camp half blood.

"Camp half blood." I thought sadly, while I did not like many people there I still had made some friends. Not only that but Bianca and Nico were probably worried about me, and judging by the snowstorm I could just make out through the entrance of the cave, I was no longer anywhere near Camp half blood or New York.

I went to touch the necklace my mother had given me before I left for Westover Hall, it helped keep me calm whenever I touched it. however, when my hand touched the place it usually rested, I found that it was missing.

I panicked and began looking around frantically desperate to find it.

"Don't worry about that," the man laughed, "it is in the possession of your girlfriend. Also don't worry about her, Nico or anyone else you care about. They are all currently safe, for now atleast."

"How could you possibly know what i'm thinking about?" I asked, confusion in my voice, "and what do you mean by "for now"?"

He just laughed again. It was a deep and rich laugh, it was like it was made of chocolate and under normal circumstances I would find quite pleasant to listen to. But now it was starting to get on my nerves. My hands started to twitch inward forming quick little half fists before relaxing again.

He must have noticed this, for he quickly stopped laughing and looked at me apologetically.

"Forgive me," he said sincerely,"I did not mean to joke about such matters, especially in these strange circumstances."

"Who are you?" I asked again,"where the hell am I? And how do you know about my friends?"

"My name is Prometheus." He said bowing slightly.