Yes, yes it's been a millennium since I posted but that's because I had these really important exams to write. Basically my entire high school education has been leading up to these and my Collage admittance depends on them.And I had terrible writers block. Long story short, I passed all my subjects and I actually got amazing grades. Funny enough I thought I would fail maths since 64% of the region failed.

Enjoy!!!!

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"Breathe, keep breathing. Don't loose your nerve."- Exit music for a Film
Radio head
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Percy was in a open area, yet no light seemed to reach his irises. A sinister echo could be heard in the distance, and although his most vital sense was of no use to him he made an effort to locate the sound. Surely enough, the sound became louder and sounds of cheering could be distinguished.

A faint light source was in the center of what appeared to be a group of some thousands of monsters, many of which were unknown to him. That striked fear in the heart of the son of Poseidon, as he believed he had seen all monsters the corners of Tartarus had to offer. Yet here these new specimens were, with their contorted faces and sneers fixed in place.

At the edge of the gathering a throne was positioned. Swirling ghastly creatures were wrapped around the drakon boned base and a top the intimidating structure sat the Night Queen, Lady Nyx herself. Her face was barely visible, the only features that could be seen were her piercing blue eyes, pearly white teeth and pitch black hair.

"My children, gather. Soon the time will be upon us. I have grasped a sliver of chaos from the beginnings of time and have gained the ability needed to prevail against the wretched half-breeds." Her voice, which carried a heavy bass and deep melodic tune behind it, commanded the soldiers, if you could even call them that. "Heed my words, follow my instructions and you shall gain power over the gods. Even Zeus fears my face, even Olympus needs a night light."

Cheers erupted from the masses. A chill crawled down Percy's spine to the tips of his toes. Nyx made a swift, curling motion with her hands and instantly the dreaming demigod was face to face with her. At this angle he could perfectly make out every detail of her appearance. A wicked grin ripped across her face and she out stretched her left hand to graze his cheek. Oddly enough he felt it in his dream state, which nauseated him.

"Hero of Olympus. Light of the gods. Prepare your warriors for I'll be waiting at the whispers of Eve and first breath of the night. I'll be waiting to extinguish you."

With that she slashed her hand through his abdomen, despite him trying to dodge. With this he was unfortunately transported to another dream sequence, this one being infinitely brighter than the latter. Here he was in a familiar setting; the Oracle's cave. Many tapestries and paintings were displayed along the stone walls, with crystal curtains and satin sheets everywhere. From the floor, to the bed, to the tablecloth. One would describe such a space as the love child between a typical crystal obsessed teen and an art studio, which, in all fairness, was the vibe Rachel wanted to emit.

On the easel stood an eerie painting of a brownish-black bird with a orange under belly, that Percy could not name for the life of him, on a field of grass casted in shadows. It was a great painting all things considered but it obviously was an omen. Good or bad, who the fuck knows.

As Percy turned his head to observe the remaining artworks, a figure presented itself. It was none other than Rachel, but her eyes were the not-so-pleasent 'Oracle' green. Yippee dream possession! Percy was yet to muster the courage to ask a question when the possessed teen uttered some words of warning. Or life advise, you know because it could go either way.

Beware of the orange bellied one. For he is cast in shadow.

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Percy awoke abruptly, his back aching and head throbbing. Standard run of the mill morning routine. For him atleast. The cabin, which was still dark as the sun probably was yet to rise, felt emptier. A pool of sweat lay in his bed and although he himself was not wet, it still felt uncomfortable to lay there. This compelled the demigod to the lake, craving the familarity of the water and the peaceful emergy that surrounded him when he was there. So he slipped on a pair of sandals and snuck out of his cabin, carefully avoiding the child hungry harpies and stray owls. Olympus knows what would happen if he'd run into either of those winged creatures.

He hadn't see the lake in a while, a year of amnesia and monster hunting would do that to any unsuspecting demigod, not to mention his unplanned trip to down below. As the crisp air entered his lungs, Percy submerged his feet into the lake. A shock wave, almost electric, shot up his body instantly easing his nerves from the visions he had witnessed. 'What were those creatures', he wondered. 'Why had he never seen them?' He dunked his head beneath the water, swimming towards the sea floor as the fish and dryiads greeted him.

Desperately, Percy tried to remember the image of the monsters despite his initial glace at them had not been the best. The thing that terrified him about the realization of these unknown creatures is that he had not the slightest idea of what they were. No tales or books he could think of that referenced the idea of them. But then again he really wasn't the most well read bloke. He just hoped that Annabeth or Rachel would have an guess as to what they were.

Unbeknownst to him as he lay on the lake bed lost in his thoughts, it was nearing breakfast and Annabeth was looking for him. From his spot underwater, her voice could be made out, albeit muffled, as she called out his name. He took that as a definitive sign that it was time to get out out the water, no matter how welcoming it felt. As he raised out of the lake he was met face to face with the love of his. "Well a good morning to you too Annie." His trademark grin plastered across his face as be greeted her.

"I've been looking for you all morning! There's a meeting in the Big House." She exclaimed, hands folded with her hair still in her overnight braid.

And with that his grin fell.

"And don't call me Annie."

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