Okay. So I decided to go ahead and go with my idea. I know this whole story has been going sorta slow, but I'm still deciding what to do with it. I think I have it mostly figured out, but I'm working out a few kinks here and there. This chapter should start to get the story moving though.

If you are reading this, you need to go read the Incarceron series. Also, read the Atherton series while you're at it. Both are somewhat dark and out there, but they are both amazing book series and way under-appreciated.

I'm also working on a HP and PJO crossover in my free time. (something I started on waaaay before this story) I would start posting it, but I think I am going to finish writing it and then post all of it at once. I'll let you guys know when it's posted in case you want to read it.

Actually, now that I think about it, I'm actually working on quite a few fanfic's right now. I'll just let you know if I ever post one. You might not be part of the fandom, but whatever.

Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about this story, I'm just working on other things as well. The fact that a bunch of people are waiting for me to keep updating is one of the reasons I'm gonna wait to post the other stories until I finish them.

Disclaimer, I'm not James Patterson or Rick Riordan so of course I don't own PJO or MR.

Percy POV:

~Dream~

I was in some sort of room with huge glass windows for walls and fancy technology. In the middle of the room there were several people discussing something that was obviously of great importance, judging from their hushed voices.

"But what if those Avian Experiments get involved again?" One of the people, a tall man with blond hair and a stubbly beard, asked in concern, "They've messed up enough of our plans already. I don't really feel like loosing again."

Another person then spoke, his familiar nails-on-a-chalkboard voice causing goosebumps to race across my arms and my eyes to widen in recognition. "Don't worry about those ridiculous excuses of an existence. If you are worried about anyone foiling your plans, you should worry about that meddlesome camp you invaded."

I stood there in shock. That voice sounded like... but it couldn't be. He was dead.

"But you wont have to worry about them either, because they all think I'm dead. They won't be expecting it."

My breath hitched when I heard that. That meant that it really was who I thought it was. I had thought that he was supposed to be in Tartarus for the next few centuries, but I suppose that he could have gotten out.

"Somethings not right." the voice said looking in my direction, allowing me to see his cruel, golden eyes.

Kronos.

~Dream end~

I awoke with a gasp, not wanting to believe what I had dreamed about. Sadly, after my many demigod dreams, I knew that it was probably true. I groaned and put my face in my hands. I really didn't need to worry about Kronos again right now.

I sighed and looked back up into the crate across from mine, and froze. Two dark eyes stared back at me.

I stared at the person in front of me not quite wanting to believe what I was seeing.

"Nico?"

The boy smirked before saying, "Hey Perce. Wanna escape?"

Okay, so I know that was probably a really bad cliffhanger, but at least it's not as bad as some others. * cough cough * Mark of Athena. I know that the whole,

Kronos-is-back-and-the-world-is-in-danger-agian thing is sorta cliché, but I really didn't know what else to do. I'm sorry for the short chapter, but I promise I'll make it up to you with a long one.