ok...so I know it's been FOREVER since I updated and I'm soooooo sorry! I really am! I won't bore you with some excuses and whatnot. Just believe me when I say I'm really sorry! Here's an update, I hope you enjoy :)

(unknown)

He stared at the TV, which was broadcasting the Olympic Trials. The peppy music and smiling, oblivious crowd hardly bothered him.

He hated to admit it, but he was nervous. Everything was on the line, and if his plan didn't even get to begin, then he'd never get revenge.

Many people were looking at his plan, thinking it was destined to fail. That he was too young.

Too young. He sighed. That was always what had held him back. It almost killed him.

He wanted to prove his, for lack of a better word, boss wrong. If this plan succeeded, he would have the most important part in The Plan.

A chuckle escaped his mouth, which soon turned into psychotic laughter. The public would think that this plan was bad news. But it was only the opening act.

The worst was yet to come! But first, he had been promised revenge!

The TV's noise increased. The boxing match had begun. This match starred the underdog Nico.

He looked, well, terrified. And rightly so. His opponent was about 6 times his size, with bulging biceps and what looked like a 14-pack. It was hard to count.

He threw punches, which Nico struggled to dodge. Nico danced around the ring, trying to get in a solid hit. The big dude turned surprisingly fast, landing a blow to Nico's jaw with deadly accuracy.

Nico stumbled, looking dazed.

With a growl, the man/boy (bad guy) turned the channel.

The swimming had begun. Percy used magnificent strokes. Soon, he was taking the lead.

This was good. Percy had a disadvantage with lanes, but he was remarkably skilled. It was as if the water wanted him to win.

Percy flip-turned. During the whole race, he hardly seemed to breath. Percy ended up being victorious.

Good, good. The channel turned. It now mattered not if Percy qualified anywhere else. He just needed to go to New York.

Archery had begun. The range was surrounded by pine trees, but the wind still buffeted the archers, making it difficult to even hit the target.

Thalia raised her bow. The commentators mentioned that it seemed that her bow was aimed too far to the right and would miss the target altogether.

She let the arrow fly, and it curved towards the wood. However, the arrow seemed to right itself in midair and soar towards the bullseye.

With that, Thalia took the lead.

At the track, Annabeth appeared to be struggling. It had to be difficult, running against girls who are so fast.

But Annabeth was fast with something to prove. At the final 100 meters, she was in 5th. She kicked, sprinting for her life. She was in fourth, coming up fast on the girl in 3rd.

It was a photo finish.

The man turned the channel again, now even more nervous.

Nico was looking rough. His nose was busted and he was bruised everywhere. His opponent wasn't looking too hot either, though.

Nico seemed to slip through the shadows, taking advantage of every exposed place his opponent gave him. After a few more blurry minutes, Nico had won. He looked as surprised as everyone else in the audience.

Now, all that was needed was for Annabeth to qualify. He turned the channel one last time.

Elation swept through him. There was the photo finish, with Annie-no-Annabeth leaning in for the close win.

The plan for revenge was going perfectly.

. . . . .

(Percy)

After a blur of excitement and congratulations, Percy finally went to sleep.

He had the most peaceful, quiet, restful sleep of his life.

Not.

Percy dreamed (or, more appropriately, nightmared, if that's a word) that he was in New York. How is that bad? I mean, it's not everyday one gets to visit the Big Apple in his or her sleep, right?

Well, it gets bad. There was this voice. It was deep, but high at the same time. Wait- let me rephrase that. It was deep with underlining cruelty that was slightly high-pitched, like Voldemort.

It was gravely, worn from either shouting, smoking, or underuse. And it spoke to Percy. In his dream. Like, they had a full-on conversation.

It said, "Your victory will end with your loss. You may not know it yet, but your fans will turn on you. So will your country."

Percy cleverly replied, "Who are you and how can you talk to me in a dream?"

"Who am I? It's sad that you have to ask. Soon everyone will know me. And, as for talking to you, you may not realize it, but dreams can be more real than reality."

Percy huffed, "Look, I'm not exactly that smart so can you quit answering me with riddles?"

" Hahaha," the laugh was cold and sinister, "the final answer for you will be death."

I'm working on lengthening the chapters, but this one was kinda to get everything it to place so the action can begin. It's summer for me now, but I'm going on vacation tomorrow. That's a yay for me, but a boo for you because it means no updates for almost 2 weeks :P Reviews and ideas are loved :D

Oh, and also, the House of Hades cover is coming out soon! Yayyyyy!

Question of the day: what's your favorite sport to watch? Mine is probably football or track. Roll Tide y'all!