A/N: Hey guys! So, anyway, I can tell from your reviews that you guys have been wondering who ShadowMaster is! Well, I can't tell you anything just yet; I wouldn't want to spoil the mystery! ;)

By the way, HAPPY NATIONAL WEATHERMAN DAY! I really don't know why they would make that a holiday... in that case, there should be a Percabeth day. Well, in my opinion at least. :) Enjoy, and I don't own anything!

Peace out,

~silentwolf111

HERMES'S POV

All right, this is driving me crazy. Who the Hades is ShadowMaster?! And why must they annoy me so much?! Every other second a ping sounds from my laptop, sending George and Martha into fits of "Hermes, you have another email!" UGH!

Now all my other important emails are getting lost in the emails from FanFiction! And every single review left is about the same thing:

ShadowMaster: This is REALLY bad.

ShadowMaster: Like, it's so bad that it deserves to be cast into Tartarus!

ShadowMaster: Kronos could have written this. That's how bad it is.

ShadowMaster: This. Is. REALLY. Bad.

ShadowMaster: In case I didn't get my point across well enough, your story is bad.

ShadowMaser: Like really, really, REALLY bad.

See what I mean? Come on, I get it already! But all I did was write a story about how hard it is always running from place to place every day! What would someone have against that?

The repeated emails eventually got so annoying that I ended up laying in bed with my hands pressed hard over my ears. Unfortunately, gods have incredibly good hearing, so this didn't help too much.

"Hermes, email!" I heard George call out.

"Quiet, you imbecile!" Martha hissed. "Can't you see he's already annoyed?"

"But I'm hungry!"

"For the last time, he is not going to give you a rat."

"But what if-"

I sat up in extreme frustration.

"Would you guys PLEASE keep it down?!" I yelled.

They quieted down immediately.

"Thank you," I said, getting back into bed.

Of course, with my luck, that moment of peace ended when the doorbell rang ten seconds later.

"Hermes, aren't you going to get that?" Martha asked.

"No," I mumbled.

Oh, why won't the world just go away?

The doorbell kept ringing and ringing, then I heard voices.

"He's not here. Let's go, we're wasting time!"

"But he should be here. He's always here!"

"Apollo, he is NOT HERE."

Great. What does he want now?

"But I'm positive he's here! I just know it!"

"What are you going to do, bust into his house?"

"Well, I could just teleport myself in…."

Oh, Styx!

I immediately jumped out of bed and scrambled to find a good hiding place. The last thing I need now is for a god to pester information out of me!

I frantically searched the room for something, anything, to hide behind. My mind was racing and I couldn't think straight, especially when pings were constantly sounding from my laptop! I finally settled on hiding in my closet, though it was one of the most obvious hiding places. I turned my phone into my caduceus and braced myself as I heard footsteps echoing through the halls.

"Hello? Hermes, are you there?" I heard Apollo call.

"See? I told you he wasn't here," Artemis said.

"No, he's here. Now just to get him to show himself…"

It was all I could do not to laugh out loud. Get me to show myself? And how exactly was he going to do that?

I heard the footsteps grow closer until they stopped right outside the door. I raised my caduceus, getting ready to bust out the door if it was opened.

"Hermes?" Apollo called.

I froze.

"Oh, he's not here. Well, that's too bad, since I had something to give to him."

Wait, what?

"Now what am I supposed to do with these nice, juicy RATS?"

I saw George perk up at the mention of rats. Oh no.

"George, don't! He's trying to bribe you!" I whispered harshly.

Outside, it sounded like Apollo was having fun.

"Yum, these rats are so delicious! They're so big and perfect for snacks! Especially for snakes…"

George started trembling, and I knew what was going to happen next.

"It's such a shame that Hermes isn't here. Especially since I brought a lifetime's supply of these amazing rats for George…"

That did it. George wriggled his way out of my arms and quickly slithered toward the door, dragging my caduceus (and Martha) behind him. My symbol of power was about to be slammed into the door!

"George, NO!" I screamed, diving for the caduceus.

Just before George reached the door, it swung open, revealing a satisfied Apollo.

"I knew you were in here! I was ringing the doorbell forever! Why didn't you show up?" he said.

"I just wanted some peace and quiet. Is that too much to ask?" I said, looking sternly at George.

"Uh-huh, so you hid in a closet…" Apollo said with a smug smile.

"Well, give me a break! ShadowMaster is already giving me a hard time here!"

Apollo's face paled.

"Oh gods. I was afraid of that…" he said.

"What?" I demanded.

"ShadowMaster! That's what I came to ask you about! Well, at least we know it isn't a mindless prankster like you…"

"Hey!"

"No, I'm serious. Many of us have been targeted by ShadowMaster! Well, not as severely as you, but still, we have no idea who he is or why he's doing this!"

"Wait," I began. "So it happened to you too?"

Apollo nodded.

"Yeah. And he even targeted your forum! But I don't think you saw it, did you?"

I shook my head.

"Well, he mentioned the Big Three's oath, so he must be one of us!" Apollo said.

"But who would do something so mean?" I asked.

"I don't know. Arty and I are trying to get clues, but so far we haven't gotten anywhere," he said miserably.

"At least you know who it's not! That's a start, right?" I said.

"Yeah, I guess…" Apollo said.

I sighed and we both stood there quietly.

"Well, I better get going," Apollo said. "We still have so much work to do!"

"Good luck," I said.

Apollo nodded and slipped out the door. I flopped on my bed and closed my eyes, thinking about ShadowMaster. Just then, I heard a ping sound from my laptop, then another, then another! I guess I'm in for a rather fun evening…