Here's another chapter! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or RA. All rights go to their respectful owners.

Percy's POV

I woke up in a cold sweat. My brain tried to process what I had experienced in my dream. The sun's rays filtered through the glazed window. I threw my legs over the bed and pulled on a shirt that Will lent me. I rubbed my eyes sleepily. I opened the door and went into the living room.

I saw Will sitting on an armchair, reading through some documents. He nodded his head at me. "Morning, Percy."

I plopped down on the chair next to him. "Listen, Will, I need to tell you something important about Alyssa," I was all-business, my face grim.

At the mention of his apprentice's name, Will's eyes shot up at me. "What about her?" he asked worriedly.

I bit my lip. "Well...I had the dream, and this woman was the one to actually bring Alyssa to the 21st century. She's pretty much a psychopath that's possessing Alyssa," I cringed as I said the last words.

Will's mouth gaped open. "What do you mean she's possessed?! And why is she possessed in the first place?! How did you learn all this from a dream?!" The questions came tumbling out of Will's mouth.

I held up a hand to stop the outbursts. "She's possessed by this woman that used to be a demigod like me. She went to the same camp that Alyssa is at, but she never got claimed by her godly parent, so she got angry and ran away. Eventually, she died and made it to the Underworld, where she made a deal with the god of death. She needs to spill the blood of three demigods so she can come back to life. Then, she'll destroy Olympus and the camp, along with everyone in it," I took a deep breath.

Will sighed. "Of course, as if things couldn't get any worse. I should've know that there was foul play involved," he mumbled.

There was a moment of silence between us. Then, Will spoke up.

"Is there any good news to all this?" he asked hopefully.

I shook my head apologetically. "I wish. Thing is, I might never get to go home, nor will Alyssa. She would probably be dead anyways," I added the last part under my breath, but it reached Will's keen ears.

"We can't give up, Percy. We just can't," Will insisted. It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than me.

I let out a frustrated yell and banged my clenched fist on the arm of the chair.

"We can't do anything, Will! Look, I know that you miss Alyssa, and I miss my home, too, but we have to be smart about this. If I knew that there was a way home, I would be long gone already," I snapped. My anger was getting the better of me. I opened up my mouth to apologize, but then I heard a soft braying sound from outside.

Will's hand immediately shot towards his saxe knife that was at his waist. "Must be Tug," he muttered.

Will crept to the door. He crouched to one side of the door frame, saxe at the ready. Reaching out with his left hand, he put a hand on the doorknob and yanked it open with alarming speed.

Will leapt out in front of the doorway, his knife gripped in his right hand. Nothing. There was nobody there. Instead, there was a small parcel on the doorstep. I stood behind him as he stepped outside and looked around. Cautiously, he picked up the parcel and went back inside.

The parcel was wrapped in brown paper, and was about the size of a shoebox. Will turned it over carefully in his hands. He shot me a questioning look, but I merely shrugged.

I watched him intently as he carefully slit the wrapping with his knife. He peeled away the paper, to reveal a smaller wooden box. The box was plain, but elegant at the same time. Will carefully unlatched the lid, as if it would explode any second.

His eyebrows furrowed as he peered inside. I gave him a worried look.

"What is it?" I questioned, perplexed. Will gingerly picked up something from the box and held it up. A small dagger. I looked at it more closely. It was a simple knife, with a leather-bound hilt, but the small, dull blade looked razor sharp.

"This can't be a coincidence. It must have a connection between you and Alyssa," Will mumbled as he handed me the dagger hilt-first. I took at the knife and ran my finger across the rough leather of the hilt.

Something caught my eye. On the side of the blade, near the hilt, were small, crudely engraved letters. Cardon. My eyes widened in surprise.

Will had pulled out a small, egg-shaped river pebble from the box. It was about the size of a golf ball, with grey and black speckles on its smooth-looking surface.

"Look," Will said, holding up the stone closer to my eyes. The pebbled had the words "One Chance" engraved crudely on it, much like the dagger.

"The dagger says 'Cardon' on it," I said, handing Will the dagger. His reaction was similar to mine.

"I...I recognize this now. This was Alyssa's family's dagger. It was passed on for generations. But...Alyssa lost it when we were in a

battle with some brigands; she was crushed," Will explained.

I narrowed my eyes. "The stone, it had the words 'One Chance' on it. What does that mean?"

Will shrugged cluelessly. "I haven't the slightest idea. It must be some sort of riddle."

I bit my lip as I sat back into one of the armchairs. "Should we contact Halt and Horace?"

Will nodded. "Good idea. I'll send out a letter to them right away." Forgetting all about the document he had been reading previously, he set the stone and the dagger carefully back in the box, and set it on the table.

He went into his room, and came out a minute later with a satchel in his hands. He unbuckled the flap and produced a thin sheet of parchment,

a pen, and an inkwell. His tongue stuck out a little as he concentrated on forming the letters on the paper.

I let him be, and I strode casually over to the kitchen, busying myself with making breakfast. I sighed to myself. This was going to be a long day…

Aren't I awesome at cliffhangers? *sarcasm*

It's starting to get even more mysterious now, muahaha! I have a whole bunch more ideas to throw in the story that'll make it more interesting and suspenseful ^.^

Thanks for reading! Feedback much appreciated! :)