Huff here bringing you all a lovely spoiler on the new version of this fanfiction called 'Deception'. This is only part of the first chapter as I would like for the introduction to be kept secret until the unveiling of this story as a whole in September time! I just thought I would give you all a taster or whats to come. Leave a review if you wish, I'd welcome it with open arms! If you guys have any feedback or ideas that you think would be cool in the story then please either send me a message or leave it in your review. I welcome all feedback and ideas, positive or negative!

Percy had no idea what was going on.

Percy Jackson was jogging through a white marble door frame and sliding to a halt in front of an armchair that was facing the flickering flame in the fireplace. He couldn't see the man who was sitting in it, all that lit the room was the fire and a few stray candles floating around the room. Yes. Floating. As in, hovering in mid-air. The burning smell of the wood felt welcoming as the smell of ash reached his nostrils.

"Master," Percy stuttered, bowing to the back of the armchair. "Lance Skatulle has arrived."

"Send him in," The man sitting in the arm chair replied.His voice had quite a high tone, yet you could tell it was a man. Something about his tone sent a shiver up Percy's spine. When he spoke he could of sworn the candles flickered and the air temperature decreased. Percy quickly scampered towards the door frame and called out for a man named Lance Skatulle. He arrived, escorted by a man with long and sleek white blonde hair. Not to mention his stormy grey eyes, pale skin and what looked like black robes. The boy on the other hand looked fairly normal to Percy. His jet black hair flopped down on his face, spiking up occasionally. The use of hair gel was quite apparent, mind. And his baby blue eyes were astonishing, it was as though they bore many tales and adventures, but he had seen too much. Just from looking into his eyes Percy could tell he was older than what he looked, and had seen things that none should ever have to face. He smiled at Percy, his laughter lines around his eyes stretching as he showed his even white teeth.

"I'm Lance, I take it you're Peter? I've heard much –" Lance began, talking in an American accent. Though he was soon interrupted by Lucius Malfoy who manhandled him to Percy.

"This is no time for introductions boy. The Dark Lord is waiting. Pettigrew, does He want me to take the boy in or are you… capable of preforming this minor task?" Lucius asked, choosing his words very carefully.

"I am proficient enough to carry out this simple deed," Percy wheezed. Wait – hold on a second. That wasn't Percy's voice… Percy grabbed hold of Lance by the scruff of his collar and walked him back into the room, flinging him down by the armchair as if he were a piece of meat and retreating to the corner of the room, sticking to the shadows.

"My Lord," Lance said graciously, getting to his knees and taking off his brown tartan flat cap and holding it to his chest in a sign of respect. "I have heard much."

"You are not standing in –"

"Kneeling," Lance corrected. You could feel all the remaining warmth in the room being drained.

"Kneeling," The voice agreed sarcastically. For some peculiar reason Percy felt a twinge of annoyance at the man's reaction to being corrected. "You are not kneeling in The Darkest of Lord's presence to discuss what could be true or false. You have been summoned as I have learned of the deeds you have committed and I believe you would be sufficient at the task I am going to set you."

"Do I have a choice in the matter?" He asked, scratching his nose.

"No not particularly," The man in the velvet armchair replied, in a rather amused tone.

"Fantastic."

"Also, I am not overly fond of your name. Lance. No it will not do," He muttered coldly.

"Sir?" Lance asked.

"I, as will everybody else shall address you under... a different name. I will allow you to have the satisfaction of choosing it."

"Okay then," He replied, thinking for only a minute before he had chosen a new name for himself. "Done."

"Then stand. And let me tell you exactly what you're going to do."

Percy Jackson sat bolt upright in his bed, beads of sweat rolling off of his forehead.

"What in the name of Zeus just happened?" He asked himself, rubbing his face with his hands and stifling a yawn, yearning to remember his dream in rich detail.

Suddenly a loud rapping sound came from his door,

"Perce!" A familiar female voice called. "Seaweed Brain! Wake up! Its ten o'clock!"

What?! Percy thought. His wrist flew up to meet his eyes, banging him on the head. He shook his head, his wild raven black hair getting even messier, and checked his new leather watch that his Mom had bought him last year. She's right! It's five minutes to ten! And in Percy land, that meant that he had five minutes to get dressed and make it to his Archery class with Chiron. Before he knew it he was out of bed and pulling on a pair of khaki shorts. He hopped around the room trying to pull his sea green sneakers on, (Apparently they matched his eyes.) He slipped his orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt on and rushed into his Cabin's bathroom, slapping some water on his face and brushing his teeth all at top speed. He flew out of the Poseidon Cabin and ran straight past Annabeth Chase. His best friend who just so happened to be his girlfriend, since two months ago that is.

"Archery?" She yelled after him as he sprinted across the grass, flicking her curly blonde hair over her shoulder.

"What else!?" He called back, not slowing down. He made it just on time.

"Percy, pick up your bow," Chiron said firmly, trotting over to Percy who had doubled over from exhaustion. Chiron was a Centaur by the way, half man half horse.

"Right," He replied, standing up straight and leaning over to take his bow. He walked at his own pace to the other campers and took an arrow out of one of the quivers.

"Ready?" Chiron barked, his hands behind his back. Percy strung the arrow and held his breath, concentrating with all his might on not taking someone's eye out "Set. Fire!" He released the arrow and it strayed off course and stabbed a tree in the trunk.

"Ready?" Chiron repeated. Percy took another arrow from his quiver, strung it and held his breath. "Set. Fire!" He released it but this time it didn't just hit a stray tree. No. He had to take it that bit further and hit a succulent red apple. That was moving. In somebodies hand. Inches away from their mouth.

All of the other Campers roared with laughter, even Chiron looked slightly amused though Percy blushed a deep shade of red, similar to the color of the skewered apple.

"Ready?" Chiron asked for the third time. Percy went through the same process, snatching a red feathered arrow, stringing it and holding his breath. Though this time the sounds of Campers sniggering caught his attention. He turned his head and saw some of the Campers still laughing quietly, but the person who caught his eye was the only person who was staring directly at him.

Lance Skatulle was smiling at him menacingly, not diverting his gaze even though he had seen that he had been discovered by Percy.

"Set. Fire!" Percy released his arrow, still staring at Lance, and found that his arrow was dead center on the board.