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Chapter 7-Percy

Now, I'm not proud of what I did. For all I knew, these people were crazy psycho killers. But my instincts told me I could trust them, and if I've learned anything from the past four years of fighting, it's that my instincts were never wrong.

I didn't even know what the consequences were. For telling a mortal, I mean. Sure I'd told Rachel before, but she's clear-sighted and now the Oracle at camp. I'd also told Paul before, but that was kind of an emergency and he's family. Plus this is seven people, not just one. Even with this, though, I decided that, considering the many lives at stake, no one would blast me too hard.

So there I was, spilling my deepest, darkest secret to almost-complete strangers. Everyone seemed to be listening carefully, even though some, like Tony, looked a little dubious. Pepper had joined us as soon as I started talking.

When my basic explanation had concluded, Tony shook his head.

"Yeah right, and my suit is made out of bubble wrap,*" he said. "How do you expect me to believe that?"

Nick interrupted. "You have proof sitting across from you. Thor is a demigod as well. I also back up the boy. Everything he's saying is true."

I was instantly curious. I had no idea who this man was, yet he claimed to know everything about my world.

"Who are you really?" I asked. "How do you know so much about me?"

"Nick Fury," said person announced. "Son of Nemesis at your service."

I wish I had a camera because everyone's faces were hilarious! After I got over my shock, I nearly had a stroke from laughing so hard. Recovering after my fit of laughter, realization dawned on me. "That's why you've got an eye patch."

Fury nodded.

A couple years ago, in Daedalus' Labyrinth, I had run into a son of Nemesis named Ethan Nakamura. He also had an eye patch. He said his mother took one of his eyes so that he could tip the balance of power. Unfortunately, this meant bringing the gods down in the process. I hoped that that was not what Nick Fury's eye was taken away for.

As if reading my thoughts, Fury said reassuringly, "Don't worry. My younger brother, Ethan, was foolish. Now that the whole ordeal is dealt with, I seek to bring balance for the good people."

I let out a breath. Thank the gods he wasn't trying to pull an Ethan. That backstabber.

"So," Clint wondered. "You're telling us that you've been half-god this whole entire time?"

Fury nodded. He seemed partially relieved, but also partially nervous of what his coworkers would think of him now (though he did a great job in hiding it).

"And," Natasha continued for Clint, "that your mother wasn't murdered? And, in World War II, shrapnel didn't pierce your eye?"

"It was my stepmother that was murdered, and, no, the shrapnel was just a cover-up."

"Damn (sorry! If you've read my story Finding Out, you'll know that I never curse, but this just seems like something tony would say)." Tony looked astounded. "You've been holding out on us, Matey.**"

Fury glared at Tony who put his hands up in defense.

"Anyway," Fury continued, "let's get to the point. Something terrible is happening."

After a long pause, Steve asked curiously, "What's happening, Director?"

I had a terrible feeling in my gut. This was not good, whatever it was. I hoped it had nothing to do with my dream (which was horrifyingly unlikely). That dream scared me a lot more than some of the other ones that I've had, which was saying something. I absolutely couldn't stand it when one of my friends or family was in danger or hurting. My fatal flaw was definitely going to come into play.

Fury shook his head indicating that he had no idea what was going to happen. "I had a dream, though."

Tony stifled a laugh. "A dream? What are we? Five-year-olds?"

I glared at him and he shut up instantly. Five-year-olds my butt. If he'd experienced even one demigod-dream, he'd quickly rethink that sentence.

"I had one too," I admitted. "But you go first."

"Okay. I was in a field overtaken by many large boulders and rocks. After further examination, I realized it was an old Civil War site in Gettysburg***. Then I heard a voice. It was female and seemed to be emanating from everywhere. I couldn't see who it was. Then again, it was dark, but that's beside the point. The voice said, 'I've always liked this place. So much bloodshed. So much murder. Soon, the world will be this way. It'll be so much fun.' Then she laughed: a cold, cruel laugh that seemed to permeate through my whole body."

I shivered. Evil laughs were so sadistic. They scared the crap out of me.

Fury continued. "'You and your petty team of heroes,' she said, 'won't be able to do anything about it.' That's when I woke up."

I nodded. It wasn't uncommon for an evil force to get cocky. Heck, it happened all the time!

Everyone turned to look at me expectantly, as if I might have good news. Pfft. What in the world is good news? I've never heard of such a thing! Then I remembered my dream. I had totally forgotten! I wish I had Annabeth here with me.

I told them every detail about what happened in my dream. From the female voice, to the horrifying images of my family being tortured.

"I have an idea, but it's not the most pleasant." The director looked grim.

Clint waved his hand in a 'go on' type gesture.

"Eris."

"The goddess of discord?" Banner asked worriedly.

I nodded. Annabeth taught me a lot when it came to this stuff. "And chaos and strife."

"Yes," Fury agreed. "The voice said something about bloodshed and murder. She was also in a battlefield. This leads me to believe that the voice was indeed coming from Eris herself."

"That's right!" I concurred. "Didn't she have, like, a billion kids****?"

"Not quite a billion." The director said. "A lot, more like. A few being the personifications of battlefield slaughter, murder, and combat."

"It totally makes sense." I agreed. "But what is she planning and when will she carry out that plan?" Man, did I feel smart today.

"The fifth day." Bruce chimed in.

"What?" Tony asked, still seeming a bit doubtful.

"Since today's the 29th of May, I'm guessing she'll execute her plan on June 5th. I read somewhere that the fifth day of each month is the best for Eris and the worst for us*****."

We all nodded. That made sense, at least. Besides, no one seemed to doubt Banner so I just assumed he was right so I didn't look stupid.

"So," Fury started, sounding morose, "based on your dream, Eris is going to try to turn the world into a battlefield, and we only have a week to stop her."

* Thanks to the guest that suggested that I do that!

** I figured that since Fury has an eye patch, Tony would make a bunch of pirate references around him.

*** The place Fury was describing is called Devil's Den in Gettysburg. There were 51,000 casualties from the Civil War there. It's one of the 8 creepiest places in U.S. national parks.

**** Eris actually had 14 kids.

***** Hesiod, Works and Days: "Beware of all the fifth days [of the month]; for they are harsh and angry" this was said about Eris

Sorry this chapter wasn't very long... at least it's something, right?

Anyway, camp was FANTASTIC! Has anyone ever heard of or been to Camp Woodward? If you have, then let me just tell you that I got tapped! So excited that I might be able to go back in a few weeks!

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