When Percy came to, he noticed that his hands were bound to a pole, and that he was crouched on his knees.
He tried to shake them a bit, see if he could get out of them somehow.
"Don't even bother," said a dark voice that reminded him vaguely of Tartarus's, which only served to send a shudder through his body.
From the shadows stepped a boy with black hair and emotionless eyes as black as an abyss.
Percy didn't even have to think too hard about who his godly parent would be, all the signs pointed so clearly to Tartarus.
Beside him was a boy with blonde hair the colour of sunlight and azure blue eyes the colour of the sky.
"It's made of Celestial Bronze, Imperial Gold and Ceremonial Silver," the dark haired boy continued, "We'd've used Stygian Iron too, but I'm not too sure how much that little boyfriend of yours, di Angelo, would appreciate it if he found the soul of his boyfriend sucked out."
The blonde haired boy beside him laughed, as though this were all some kind of joke.
"What are you?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"Demiprotegnoi, of course," said the blonde haired boy, "Let me introduce us, this guy over here is Mark, and I'm Sam."
"Well," said Percy, "I can already guess your friend Mark is a son of Tartarus," he spat the name out as though it were filthy, which to him it was, "But whose son are you?"
"Hemera," he said, "Protegnos of the-"
"Day, yeah, I know, got it," grumbled Percy, continuing to struggle with his bonds.
Mark sighed, rolling his eyes, "If you're looking for your sword, it's not on you."
"Wha-?" Percy looked confused.
Mark laughed, "Oh yes, young one, we know all about your precious little weapon, but it's not on your personnel, we switched your pants with non-pocketed ones."
"While I was knocked out!?"
Both boys had the decency to blush at that one.
"Where is this place?" murmured Percy to himself.
Unfortunately, the other two heard.
"Alaska, far away, where not even the gods can hear you scream," smirked Mark sadistically.
Alaska, thought Percy, well, that should have been obvious, or else the gods would've blown this place to smithereens.
"What do you want?" he growled out at them, maintaining a terrifying glare.
Mr. McScary- er, Mark, laughed, which sent trembles down Percy's spine. Man that guy needed therapy.
"Isn't it obvious?" he asked, "Camp Half-blood, without it's best fighter, all vulnerable, all open to our attack…" he trailed off, and watched Percy's eyes widen comically, as he struggled even harder with the bonds.
He sighed, "What part of 'don't bother' and 'three layers of magical metals' don't you get?" he asked.
"It wont work," said Percy, "They don't have it. You'll never find it," he said.
Now Sam laughed, "Silly Half-blood, that's what they all say," he giggled, "You see, your camp won't be the first, nor the last," he said.
Percy still struggled to no avail. "It won't work," he said, "There are many other camps, and they'll stop you. Besides," he said, "You're wasting your time, we don't have it. It's hidden far away where you'll never find it."
Mark scowled, before his face lit up with an idea.
"Well," he said, "I guess if we can't find it, we'll just had to work it's location out of you," and with that, he grabbed a whip off the wall and advanced on Percy…
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