A/N: After sooo many years, I have returned! This chapter consists of two parts, and obviously, this is the first part. I'll probably post the second part later, or tomorrow (which is Tuesday evening in where I live). Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: No, I have not put my plan-to-own-PJO into action yet. So, I don't own it. YET.

~Chapter 5.1: Mythomagic and More Warnings~

LEO'S POV

He wasn't really happy with all of them walking away. For Leo, it's like the four of them (well, Jason is exempted, since he was still asleep) has some kind of conference that they – Hazel, Frank, him, and the others on board – weren't part of.

"What in Hades are they doing out there? They can't just run off like that without even giving us hints – even small freaking hints – about what they're doing!" he exclaims.

Hazel shrugs, not taking her eyes of the game she and Frank were playing. "Who knows, Leo, they might announce it later."

"Yeah, Fire Boy, why don't you just chill back and cherish the moments of peace we're having now? Just a few hours from now, we would be back in action to fight Gaea," Frank adds in.

Leo groaned and said in reply, "But still, it's like we're not part of the seven chosen demigods of the prophecy. We should also know what's happening about the quest thingamabobs."

As Frank opened his mouth to answer, a cloud of mist enveloped the three of them. Leo opened his eyes after, just to see that they were not in the games and entertainment room of the Argo II. He found himself to be sitting on a white couch in a brownish room. He looked around to find Hazel and Frank, and he saw that they, too, were wondering where they were.

Leo turned around again to see if there was anyone else in the room they were in. All he saw was a wall, shadows of three people, and apparently, a shadow of a table.

"Hey! It's already my turn, not yours!" a man's voice boomed.

"Nuh-uh! Your turn's already finished, now it's mine!" another voice said.

Yet, another man sighed. "I'll have you guys know that our children are already here. So, if you want to waste your time arguing over whose turn is it, feel free to do so."

Leo looked at the two other demigods, and he noticed that they were also wondering who those who have just spoken were. He had a feeling that he knew one of those people, but couldn't place a finger on it.

The half-bloods had a silent agreement to go to where the sources of the voices were. They simultaneously stood up and walked past the wall and saw three people – wait, scratch that, gods – sitting around a table, playing some sort of game that involves statues and cards.

"Um, hey, Dad…? What are we doing here? And what are you guys doing?" Leo asked.

Hephaestus cleared his throat before speaking, "Hello, son. You're here because we have some things to tell you. And this? This is a game that Nico taught his father one time before he was captured. "

"It is called Mythomagic. Pluto here adapted it from his Greek form and later on, taught us gods how to play it," Mars continued.

Pluto nodded his head in agreement and grinned, "I have to say, this game's really fun."

"Nico…as in Nico di Angelo? He played this game before?" Hazel asked with a look of disbelief on her face.

"Yes, Hazel. He was once obsessed with this game. You should've seen the rare statues he has—"

Pluto was cut off with Mars' throat-clearing. "Back to the point, Uncle."

The Roman god of the dead blinked and said, "Ah, yes. The main reason why we teleported you here is because we are warning you about the future events that will happen."

"We are not allowed to disclose much information to you children, but we are to give you some advice that would help you," Hephaestus adds.

Mars looked at the three demigods straight into their eyes, and finished, "You should not give in to her. Do not—I repeat, do not—agree to anything she says and just stay close to each other. That is all."

Leo, Frank, and Hazel began to complain about this at the same time, and after gods-know-how-many seconds of complaining, Pluto snapped his fingers and a cloud of mist enveloped the three once again.

ANNABETH'S POV

She didn't expect that to happen. Annabeth had just read a note coming from her mother, but it had a different meaning than the first one Athena told her.* She was reading a book she picked from the architecture section of the library, and when she had reached the back of the book, she found a small envelope with an owl decorating its flap.

Annabeth opened the said envelope cautiously, and found a neatly folded letter inside it. She unfolded the paper, and read the six simple words that were written on it.

"You will be challenged, stay strong."

Now, she was concentrating on the sentence that was on the paper. What challenge? Annabeth thought. It's most certainly a part of the quest. Would we overcome this? What if we—

Annabeth's train of thought was interrupted when Piper suddenly barged in the library, slightly panting. Annabeth looked at her and raised an eyebrow, asking for an explanation.

"My – mom – sent me – a letter – awhile ago," Piper answered while catching her breath.

She sat down on the chair that was near Annabeth's. "Aphrodite was warning me about something. Something about a part of her power and staying close to my friends, I think," she added, once she was breathing evenly.

"Do you have it now?" the daughter of Athena asked. Piper nodded and handed over the letter to Annabeth. The latter read it carefully, and smirked towards Piper at the last part where the Lady of Doves had particularly mentioned "Sparky". The smirk was wiped off her face after she had realized both of their mothers were sending them warnings.

"Looks like Athena and Aphrodite know something we don't. My mother also sent me a warning letter," Annabeth remarked.

Piper's face was etched with something Annabeth rarely saw on her – deep thought. It was after several minutes when she had spoken again.

"Do you think it has something to do with Gaea?" she asked.

Annabeth nodded slightly. "Maybe, but your mother mentioned here in this letter that it was something that's part of her realm, right? It might either be about love, beauty, doves, or charmspeaking."

"Probably love, beauty, or charmspeak. But hey, do you think the others also received warnings from their parents?"

"Yeah, maybe, Piper. Let's go ask them."

The two of them soon headed off to where the others were, but what they don't know is that while they were travelling towards the game room, one of them has been slowly giving in to the voice of Gaea.

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