The hooded man stood in the center of Camp Half Blood. The stars shone brightly, and no demigods lay awake. He breathed in the cold air. The night seemed so... innocent, and oblivious. Unaware of what was happening at the current moment.

One of his servants came up to him. "Did you do it?" He asked him. He nodded quickly. "Yes milord." "Are you certain it was the right girl?" The servant's eyebrows furrowed. "The pretty one with the braided brown hair? With the photos of her and the boy taped to the wall?" The powerful stranger nodded. "That's the one. Good job... I guess." He confirmed. The servant stood there awkwardly. "I'm going to run some errands." He hastily bowed and disappeared.

He looked around the demigod 'haven'. Stupid ancient laws. He wanted to burn this place to the ground right at that moment. But he would have to bide his time. He had to wait. The others were taking millenia. Where were they?

Just then another servant walked over, followed by five arai. Speak of the devil. He turned to them. "Done?" He asked impatiently. The servant nodded. All of those you have wished for, my lord. The voices of the arai hummed together around them. They acted like they hadn't taken ages. He really wanted to strangle them sometimes, but then his wife would lose her shit if he harmed her creation. It would be a win-loss.

The curse spirits flapped in the air. They were making too much noise. "Will you shut up?" He asked them. Almost immediately they floated onto their feet. "They were the right ones, right?" "We were sure of it. One son of -" He interrupted the servant with a wave of his hand. "I don't have to know."

But, my lord. He turned to the arai. One of the heroes, he is very hard to crack. He even survived an encounter with us in Tartarus. His fatal flaw is loyalty. "Yes, yes. I know of your mishap with the boy. But do not despair, what I have in store for him will utterly break him. He will play right into my hands, and his friends will follow."

His servant looked up at him. "Milord, are you sure it will work? You know what happened last time." He muttered the last part. "Of course it will work!" He snapped, then calmed down. "The Gods' resources are like chain links. Get rid of the strong ones, and the weak will collapse."

"Milord, did you want us to do it on the other two? The girl and the boy?" He mused for a moment. Did he? "I'm still deciding on that. They are strong, those two, the boy stronger. Did you put it on the romans?" Yes, we did. "Great. You are dimissed. Good job." They vanished, leaving the man to his thoughts.

He looked up to the sky. "With my perfect plan, the gods will fall. And they won't have their heroes to save them." He thought of doing his signature evil laugh, but couldn't, unfortunately. It would alert the camp of his presence. Sighing, he swirled into a vortex of darkness, planning his uprising.


Percy had a peaceful sleep. Nightmares of the horrors of Tartarus and Annabeth dying left him alone. Suddenly, he fell into a dream.

He just had to jinx it.

Percy woke in his dream in a fluffy white bed. He sat up and looked down at a note beside him on the pillow. Percy couldn't read it, but his dream-self, who was in movement, seemed to understand. He got out of bed and opened the wardrobe. Inside was a fancy tux, which he found peculiar. He never wore suits. Dream-Percy took out the tux, and the dream shifted.

He stood in the Olympian throne room. The gods stared down at him as he said something, but the dream must've been on mute, because Percy couldn't hear anything. When his mouth finished moving, the gods looked shocked and they just gawked at him, like he had just belched loudly. Zeus stood up and yelled something. Then he saw black.

The scene shifted again. In third person, Percy saw six figures in dark hoods that he couldn't make out the appearances of. They all looked around. A pair of eyes gazed backwards. He saw mud brown eyes, full of mirth and mischief. But they also held brokenness, and sadness. The owner of the eyes said something, but again, Percy couldn't hear anything. Then they all the figures bowed forward to someone out of sight. Then Percy woke up.


As usual, Leo awoke before the rest of his cabin. Seeing everyone else asleep, he got changed and started playing around with some wire and metal. With his hands moving on their own, he thought about the dream he had.

First he was at the garage he and Calypso dreamed of founding one day. Calypso was singing and tending the garden as he worked in the metalshop. Leo was having the time of his life, surrounded by friends, siblings, even Hepheatus was admiring his handiwork. He absolutely loved it.

Next thing he knew, the image had suddenly changed, like the Fates, or Morpheus, just changed the TV channel. That son of a gun! He liked that dream!

The images had been blurred together, hard to understand, but they had still managed to make Leo anxious.

He had seen a ring buried into the sand at camp's beach. It looked like an engagment ring. It was beautiful, but it was discarded, left there like it was a piece of trash. Leo hadn't the slightest idea what that meant.

He saw Piper fumbling with a photo with Jason by her side as they looked down in confusion. It was a photo of them, and it was torn to pieces. Around them on her bed were almost all of her photos ruined. Maybe someone was jealous? Leo could only imagine Drew doing something like that.

A broken bow on someone's bed. Leo thought it belonged to a Huntress, but he wasn't entirely sure. On the floor arrows lay snapped, and a quiver was covered in knife slashes. Okay, someone might of broken it out of their anger and it was theirs? Leo, again, wasn't sure.

Hazel getting teased. 'Ghost' and 'Witch' was constantly being hurled at her wall of emotions. She was treated like she was invisible. Frank was not happy about it, and Leo would almost feel sorry for the Romans if Percy saw that happening. Almost. If that actually happened, Leo would've happily sent Percy onto their tails like a feral dog if he had the chance.

Then he saw an Archemedies Sphere. His Archemedies Sphere. It was smoking, and a puff of it erupted from it. Leo had looked at it in horror. He had made mistakes with his machinery before, but he had never made that bad a mistake. He had noticed that a big wedge of it had been sliced off. Someone had done it, and they had meant to break it.

But the last image had confused Leo the most. Six figures stood on a hill, looking at something. Leo had freaked out when he saw their eyes and recognised them.

He saw Frank's, which were full of war strategies and duty. Hazel's caring and gentle 14 carat gold eyes. Piper's, full of love. Jason's thunderstorms of seriousness. His, full of mischief - and awesomeness, of course. And finally Percy's absolutely terrifying orbs of sea green. Leo wanted to shit himself whenever Percy fixed him with a glare. His fix-your-fucking-attitude glare, most of the time.

When someone glared at him, he would usually laugh it off. But it was a whole different ball game when Percy sent him a look. His eyes would just have an effect of fear wash over you. The guy had made the bathrooms explode without meaning to. And, also, Leo had heard from Jason, who had heard from Piper, who had heard from Annabeth, that Percy almost turned complete maniac mode in Tartarus and had controlled poison. Percy was unpredictable and dangerous, and a complete badass, which was a reason why Leo kept his distance.

Stupid ADHD! He had got off track and rambled on. He looked down at his hands and saw a mini car automation. He put it on his nightstand. He hoped that dream wasn't a glimpse of the future, because he had had enough of prophesies for a life time. He had only been in one, when Percy was involved in, what, seven? Six? How did that guy cope?

Leo kept coming back to one question that kept nagging at his mind. Why wasn't Annabeth on that hill?

Yo guys! Sorry, again, for not updating. I was hiking in the jungle with the ghost of Steve Irwin, looking for snakes. (No joke, guys, I really was, stop laughing at me). Anyway, NEW STORY! And I also have an annoucement to make! *taps glass with fork* So listen up!

Firstly, I'm finally deleting that high school story! YAY! No more of "PROBABLY GONNA DELETE THIS." I mean, it was okay, but I was never going to update that. Sorry if you wanted me to, but, I really despised it.

Second announcement! Another story will be going home tonight! *gasps from crowd* "Oh my gods!" Shut up! *takes out card from pocket* the story leaving the story list of is... A guy worth fighting for! *more gasps* "omg! No! Not gay Percy!" *even more gasps* SHUT IT!

So the reason I'm deleting that story is.. Well, I did a bad job of writing it, and most of the time, I was writing off the top of my head. I never knew what to put there. I was always like, should he go to the pool and the guys race to meet him first? Or should he spend time with Thalia, Grover and Annabeth?

So again, I'm sad to put down two of my stories, and I'm sorry if you didn't want me to, but, yeah. Don't kill me.

Peace out