Hello! Happy May the Fourth yesterday! For those of you that don't know, that's National Star Wars Day. "May the fourth be with you" sounds like "May the force be with you". It's awesome. And to those of you that already knew/don't care, oh well! Also, happy Cinco de Mayo! Yay! Tacos for everyone! Go Mexican independence! Yay! Anyways, I have another mock trial thing tomorrow. I'm not in it, but I'm going to it anyways. Several of my good friends are in it. One of them actually has an account. She's Sunsetsilver18, and if you have some time, check her out! She hasn't written anything, but she likes Percy Jackson and Sonic the Hedgehog if you're also into those. (I figured the Percy Jackson part, seeing as how this story is Percy Jackson.) Anyways, my poll is still up! I own nothing! You can enjoy the chapter!

Percy's POV

At long last, Anne and I stood before a large oak door. "Beyond this is the weapons room. I will show you inside since everyone else is gone. Next to the door is-"

"Lemme guess," I interrupted. "Is it a crate? And I can fill it with whatever until it either fills or I think we have enough weapons?"

Anne gave me an odd look. "No. I was going to say that there's a chest. But other than that, yes. You were correct."

I nodded, and pushed open the doors to a huge room that practically glowed from within.

"Woah," I breathed out, taking a moment to just stare at the room within. Dozens of weapons were lining the walls, and a few large ones were even in the middle of the floor. Swords, daggers, knives, spears, scythes, guns, every weapon imaginable. Some were simple, but others were more ornate. I took a step further into the room, and didn't even notice the doors close behind me, or that Anne had disappeared.

There, to my right, was a large chest. Just like Anne had said there would be. I flipped open the lid, and looked inside. Nothing special. It looked like any ordinary chest, empty and old-looking. Shrugging off the strange words of my sister, I turned back to the walls of weapons.

Take whatever. Take whatever. Those words echoed in my mind, and I wondered how I'd be able to fit as much as I wanted into this chest. They're all so beautiful. Take whatever you want. I will, Anne's disembodied voice. I will.

Selecting a sword at random from the wall, I took it down and admired it's beauty. Shining gold hilt, as if it had been polished every day for the last few years. Sparkling silver blade, delicate flowers etched onto the dull side of it. Matching golden sheath, flowers carved into that as well. Reaching out, I touched the flowers to make sure they weren't real.

Sheathing the magnificent sword, I decided that we must bring that with us. Gently, I laid it in the chest, and continued on with the other weapons.

The process was repeated with an endless amount of knives, daggers, spears, guns, scythes, and many swords. Very few were returned to the wall. Although I placed most of the weapons in the chest, not once did I marvel at how it never seemed to fill, how there was still room for the next object.

Finally, what seems like a few minutes but was probably hours later, I reached the end of the weapon supply. Looking over the last weapon, which was a steel pocketknife, I tossed it into the chest. It hit the other weapons in there, and the sound of metal hitting metal rang out in the now silent room.

I frowned. Now that I think of it, that chest shouldn't be able to fit that much weapons. Definitely not a whole room's worth.

Another thought occurred to me. We couldn't possibly carry a chest full of an entire room of weapons! Especially not godly weapons, with celestial bronze and imperial gold, for those are always heavier than the steel mortal weapons. Don't ask me why. That led me to a third thought (I'm so smart today! ... The world must be ending. Kidding. I'm actually really smart. The Organization/Academy and stuff...)

DANG IT! I'm gonna have to repack. Hours worth of sharp pointy weapons. Fun... (Sarcasm)

Groaning, i dragged my still sore body to the chest with my eyes closed. I know it sounds stupid, but I hoped that if I injured myself with one of the weapons that had (most likely) spilled onot the floor (due to an overflow of the chest) then someone else could repack.

I didn't impale myself, so in confusion, I kept hauling my body along the ground. That is, until I whacked (headfirst I might add) into a solid 4 inch thick wood chest.

"Ow!" My cry echoed through the nearly empty room, making me shiver at the eery sound of my own voice resonating again. And again. And again.

Once my voice died out, I hauled my body up the side of the chest and peered over into it. What confused me was the fact that there was at least an extra foot of room between the topmost weapon and the rim of the chest. I did place all of them in here right?

Yeah, I did. I recognized the pocketknife, and all the other weapons Id approved of. And besides, there were no weapons on the floor to show I missed the chest. And they don't disappear themselves, so they must all be in the chest.

Hm... This is a very curious predicament. Suddenly, a thought occurred to me. Shaking my head, I tried to deny it. That's silly... But still, I summoned some water and had it travel to the bottom of the chest.

Down, down, down it went. Around swords, and spears,. Behind daggers and below scythes. Between a bow and it's arrows, though the gears of guns.

Finalky, it reached the bottom. My senses told me how far down, but I didn't believe it at first. 65 feet.

I lifted up the chest, and prepared for a terrible weight. I didn't get it. It was as light as a feather, lighter even. If that's possible. Not sure.

But the chest was seemingly bottomless, and weightless. Magic. So that's why Anne used the weird word choice...