Percy's POV:

In heingsight, I guess I shouldn't have promised Chelsea that I wouldn't tell Annabeth. But that nightmare was haunting me, and it wasn't even mine. Annabeth had mentioned having a fear like that once...some kind of dream she had in the hospital.

After I gave some of my food as an offering to the gods, I went and sat by Annabeth, who was laughing merrily with everyone else in her cabin. "Hey," she said, smiling, and giving me a peck on the lips.

"Eew," Ally, Malcolm's daughter, made a face.

"Oh, lighten up sis," Minnie said, elbowing her. "They're just showing a little love and affection, something you've yet to master - and look! Uncle Percy's blushing." I felt the heat rise even more to my cheeks.

Zeus, I was acting like a seventeen year old.

I tried changing the subject. "Annabeth." She looked at me, her face turning stone-cold serious. "We need to talk."

She nodded, stood up with a smile and said, "Be right back, guys." We walked off of the pavillion slowly, and then began running into the forest so that no one could follow us. When we finally made it to where we thought we were safe, I found myself having to catch my breath. Annabeth had to catch hers, too.

Man, we were getting old.

"So...what is this...a...about?" she panted, her hands on her knees. I wanted to smile at the sight, but kept my mouth in a tight line.

"It's about Chelsea."

Annabeth's POV:

My mouth twisted angrily as I thought about that night so long ago when I had had a dream similar to that. Guilt once again consumed me, and I found my mouth speaking before I could think it through.

"I've had that dream before."

"What?" Percy seemed dubiously unaware, so I went on to explain the dream in the hospital. At parts he would nod like he understood, and one time he muttered, "No," all quiet like.

"So," he said when I was finished, "do we have any idea just who this voice-person-thingy is?"

"Not a clue," I answered, picking at the grass under me. "But whoever it is, we have to keep Hayley as far away from it as possible. We need to constantly have her in our sight. Got it?"

Percy nodded. His face was a little pale and a grim look decorated his eyes. "Okay. I get it. Do we just...just wait it out and see what happens?"

"That's all we can do, sweetie." I looked into his eyes and our lips collided as if we were sixteen again. "It'll all be okay," I whispered on his lips. "I promise."

Moon's POV:

This is not as fun as it used to be, I thought, listening as everyone else was singing some song Cousin Apollo wrote himself. The singing at Camp Half-Blood used to be the coolest thing in the world to Ellis and I - but now it was almost boring.

I sang along anyway, though.

And I felt weird. Something felt off on the inside of me; in my brain, more to say. I just didn't feel...normal. Sure, I smile and laughed, acted like everything was fine. But I didn't feel fine. I felt like something was calling to me, begging me to come and find it, trying to find its way inside of me. It was a scary feeling, but it didn't seem to be very bad. Whatever it was felt cold to me.

Come. A voice other than those of the singing demi/quartergods rang out next to me. I glanced around casually to see if anyone else had heard it, but no one had made a move.

The forest. Come.

Chiron told everyone that the songs were over and to head off to bed.

Come, quickly. I am waiting.

Was it a nymph? No, that didn't make sense. I couldn't hear a nymph from there.

Glancing at a few younger recruits Chiron added, "Curfew is at eleven. The cleaner Harpies will be scouting about the grounds and as you all should know, we don't have to keep you safe over night." He turned and made his way back to the big house, and everyone parted, Ellie coming towards me. But my feet were heading in a different direction; to the woods.

Good girl, the voice, which was sickly sweet and harmonic beckoned me. Come. I will not hurt you. Do not be afraid of me. I've always loved you.

Hatred entered my mind. I thought about how I was practically forgotten when Audrick was born, and how even more so after Chelsea. I had to be bad in order to get Mom's attention.

That's it, child. Almost there. Don't you remember when you were denied that used car but your brother managed to persuade them to give him a 500 dollar telescope?

It was only a four hundred dollar car, but still he got their money. It was unfair.

And what about your mother? She was afraid of you; none of them ever loved you, not even your best friend. I am the only one who has ever loved you, my child. Let me in. I will warm that cold spirit; I will give you what you deserve.

I'd never gotten what I'd deserved. At least I didn't feel like it. The coldness and hatred I had spread into my heart, where they seized me without relent. It was then that I realized what I had done. If only my rocket-scientist brother had been there to stop me.

Excellent! the voice cackled. I shall have Olympus yet! And now my pawn has been set in place.

Its form insued in me, took over my body, and as it burned like all get out, everything in my world went black and my body fell to a twitching mass on the ground.

Hmm...Good or bad update? I'm trying to give it a more climatic feel that it would've contained if I'd gone on like I've been doing.

So, who's "the voice"? Any ideas? And no, its not Kronos. ;)

~Future