"Those are NOT monsters! Those are powerful immortals, at least two!" Percy's voice rose higher and higher.
"I think they are primor.." that is when Percy shut up, or rather was shut up.
Two strong arms had grabbed Percy from behind. At the same time whoever was holding him stuffed something into his mouth to silence him. He could tell, without knowing who was holding him, there were no way he could escape. The grips around his upper arms were so tight he could feel his fingers go numb.
The others had not noticed Percy was in trouble. He figured they believed he had shut up out of terror.
'How in the name of the gods can I get myself out of this one?' Percy thought. He tried to kick whoever was holding him, but found he couldn't. His feet were restrained.
'Ok, no need to panic! I can just use the water in the air to attack them.' To his dismay de did not find water in the air. When he looked around he realized why.
He was incased in a sphere. A sphere made out of shadows and darkness, but he could still see through it, which made no sense. The moment he added two and two together he got the most terrifying feeling of epiphany he had ever experienced. When he later was asked to describe the feeling he almost broke down into tears and he could never find words adequate to describe it.
He almost crumpled to the floor when the hands suddenly let go of him. He turned around while ripping whatever it was out of his mouth. When he saw it was a sock he almost puked, but then his body went ridged. He had seen who his assailants were and without any conscious thought his hand went to his right pocket and uncapped riptide. Before he even knew what happened a pure black fist connected with his arm and he dropped the blade.
"None of that, Percy. Is that how the gods thought you to greet strangers?" the man standing before him asked. His all black eyes stared deeply into Percy's sea green ones. His hair was jet black like Percy's, but had a completely different texture. It seemed to be made of shadows, because it kept shifting on his head. He was handsome too, like a supermodel or a movie star. There was not a mark in his pale skin, which was a sharp contrast to his hair. He was dressed in a black suit and could have been mistaken for the chief of the Secret Service if not for his eyes and the fact that he radiated power. He seemed to be emanating shadows, they spread from his feet and spread across the floor of the sphere. Percy could no longer see his ankles nor riptide, still laying on the floor. Most of the shadows, however, seemed to be gathering around the third person on the sphere. They were circling around her like she was the eye of a storm. The shadows kept gathering around her until she was surrounded by a 4 feet high tornado of darkness.
"So we meet again, Perseus Jackson." The woman looked much like the man, black eyes and hair. Movie star looks and pale skin. She was wearing a beautiful, long, black dress.
"Lady Nyx, Lord Erebus, it's an honor," Percy was not surprised to find his voice horse and cracking.
"What might you be doing here on a beautiful night like this?"
"Funny you should ask," Erebus said with mirth in his voice.
"We are here to punish you of course, silly boy." Nyx sounded gleeful as well.
"What have I done to offend you?" Percy's voice was shaking. Before the two primordial could answer there was a loud sound outside. Percy figured it was one of the traps, but how could he hear sounds like those through this bubble?
When Percy turned around he felt his hearth drop another mile. Two fifty feet humanoid creatures were walking toward the sphere. His friends had not yet seen them since they were busy trying to crack open the sphere. How the six demigods had not heard the two, whatever they were, behind them was a mystery to Percy since he had heard them perfectly. He got no time to ponder it, however, since a spear almost a foot in diameter flew through the night air and impaled Frank through the back. Nailing him to the sphere.