The world had stopped; everything was so still, as if a deserted rock emporium. The shouts and screams had stopped, filled only with a peaceful silence.

But it shouldn't have been peaceful!

The Scene just didn't fit it. The grass rustled in the light breeze, sending a strong smell of mahogany and strawberries up Percy's nostrils.

Looking around, nothing made sense. The other children had completely frozen in place, like time had stopped its self. However that didn't support the fact that the grass swayed freely.

Percy could see the trees branches that lurched over them were also swaying with the wind, but no sound came from them. They were mute.

Stumbling up, Percy realised that Clarisse had frozen just as her spear came down, proving a scary sight as Percy saw how close he had come to being dead on his first day. Clarisse's face was scrunched up with anger and her hands where red from gripping the spear so tightly.

He slowly edged away and begun to examine the other Ares kids. All seemed shocked or just plain confused. One or two were looking away in fear, but a small group had crazed grins pulled across their faces. They scared Percy the most.

He continued to search the crowd, only just realising how many there was.

Finally he spotted her, being held back by two more Ares kids. One, holding back her left arm and the other gripping her waist in a mad dash. The second seemed to bother him more than the first for some reason, making him scrunch his face up in confusion.

Annabeth was mid scream, eyes wide with panic! All he wanted to do was wrap her in a hug and tell her he was all right, but he wasn't entirely sure if it was and he didn't want to hurt her in the process. He was very unfamiliar with what was happening.

The sky started to fade to a white mass, almost like they were being swallowed up by a cloud- sealing them in a glass dome.

Percy stared with fear but also with interest, had he done this?

The clouds enclosed around them and the world seemed to freeze up, sending chills down his back. The ground begun to shake softly, but it was gradually becoming more violent and rapid. Percy stumbled for support, wavering his arms in a pointless attempt. Percy collapsed too his knees, spreading helplessly on the grass and the vibrations chilled his body. He clasped his eyes shut, filled with worry and confusion.

However he did not need to wither long, because it abruptly stopped when a booming voice echoed from the white mist blanket.

"PERCY JACKSON"

The voice boomed, making Percy's eyes widen and jump to his feet. He looked rapidly around him to find nothing but the mist becoming more dense and sharp, spikes started to sprout form the once cloudy sides like jagged rocks. Whatever was happening- Percy didn't like it.

The earth grumbled, as if pressuring him too reply. He saw how the mist was getting closer, suddenly remembering he wasn't alone, he searched through the campers.

A buff Ares boy stood still, half his body already consumed by the mist, Percy ran over.

The mist became dense and jagged like everywhere else, clawing around the boys legs and arms. The boy's skin became pail and Percy stared to panic as he lost sight of the others fingertips. The Spikes had made their way round his chest and where only growing.

Would it kill him? Percy thought, as he tried to grip the boy's shirt and pull him out. However, on touch, Percy discovered the cloth was like rock itself, unable to be moved. He couldn't get a grip and the boy's face slowly faded away- leaving the white material to keep going.

Percy couldn't do anything, he would surely be sucked in if he touched it and it was only getting closer.

White was supposed to be the colour of health and life, warmth and power, but this was something darker, it brought destruction and death yet illuminated its surroundings and made it feel peaceful inside.

Percy backed away, coming into the centre, only to hear that booming voice again.

"PERCY JACKSON, DO YOU HEAR ME!?"

The voice was of a man's, mid fortes Percy guessed. It sounded strained but healthy at the same time. Commanding like a leader.

"WHO ARE YOU!? WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" Percy asked, shouting out aimlessly.

The voice did not reply instantly, but when it did, it sounded closer and less strained, as if the man was standing right in front of him.

"I want you to be my newest chess piece"

Percy's face made it quite clear that he didn't fully understand what the powerful voice was getting at. He squinted his eyes in both annoyance and confusion, his brow folding into a frown.

"You will be the difference between a short war or a long war" the voice continued, as if this extra information would make perfect sense.

Seeing as this only made Percy deepen his frown, a dramatic huff echoed across the grass and Percy waited patiently for an explanation.

"You are capable of great things young Perseus. You know there are bad people in this world, awful, evil people. However you still see the good in them. You see the good in the gods, but you are not stupid. You have seen the bad in them too. No one can have that much power and not be slightly delusional. But I feel I've found an exception.

There is a war looming over Olympus, they are not ready, no matter how much they believe they are. They feel they have grasped the upper hand by prolonging it, but prolonging anything of this size has its down falls. Kronos has had time to prepper; the gods of Olympus have merle twiddle their fingers a little harder.

There will be blood shed no matter what, but you Perseus, you can play a vital role for the winning side. You have the gift to lower casualties, to save lives, to push the darkness back where it came from or let the Olympian's pay for their lack of measures. What you choose will shape history!"

Percy's face now showed one of utter shock and bewilderment, taking in every word the voice said.

"I cannot tell you what path to choose, I can merle make sure you do not lose the gift you have"

Percy looked around, trying to spy a face in the clouds that belonged to the somewhat wise voice.

He finally choked out: "what gift?"

The voice simply chuckled, as if it was looking down at him with pity in his eyes for the innocence such a powerful boy possessed.

"You will understand in time, it is not something you are born with, more something you open yourself up too as you grow old. Much like knowledge can be transformed into wisdom if one sees fit. I will visit you again my boy, maybe in a less dramatic moments yes?"

A small sigh could be herd as Percy started to become dreary, dizzy in the head.

"Just remember, there is a little good inside everyone, open your eyes boy, you have thoughts correct?"

Percy nodded, as the scenery started to fade and the voice became faint.

"So young" was the last sigh he herd eco through his ears as he felt the need for a blissful sleep, eyelids shut.

Everything was peaceful, he was floating in utter silence, relaxing as the smell of cookies swirled up his nose, reminding his of his mother, the mother he loved so much, the mother he would never forget. He would sometimes see her in his dreams; she would be telling him how proud she was and how brave he was being. It would make him smile, but also sad. She would then remind him that as long as he remembered all the happy times they had, her memory would never be darkened, she was like a ray of hope that he could always rely on.

He smiled, remembering all the amazing times he had at such a young age, all the times she would stroke his hair and sing him to sleep. She would come home with a bag of blue candy and offer him the brightest and sweetest ones.

His smile grew a little more, knowing that there was great people out in the world, great people that needed protecting, needing a voice like he had heard a minute ago.

Percy knew the path he was going to take, he was going to walk hand in hand with his mother sally, and they were going to be a family just like she always wanted.

One with Poseidon in it.