I groaned softly. Everything hurt.
I forced my eyes open and was greeted by the sight of a plump lady wearing nurse garb, opening and closing drawers, taking out medicines and pills.

I was in an unfamiliar environment, a fish out of the water.
Literally.
Not that I'm a fish, or anything!

'Now dear, don't move, this will only hurt a bit,' The lady spoke with a British accent. Alarm bells were ringing in my head, and before I could respond, she pointed a stick at me.

I scoffed mentally. How could a stick hurt me, when I've been impales by swords.

Turns out, a lot. She gave a graceful wave to the stick, and I screamed in pain. It was an unnatural feeling, bones reorganising and mending themselves. I couldn't contain my screams, it was even worse than being stabbed in the gut with a knife.

As the last of the feeling subsided, I gave a glare and the lady. She didn't falter under my glare, probably because I screeched like a cat being dumped in water, and that I was too fatigued to move an inch of my body.

'After some time, you'll be okay,' She reassured, and exited the room. I patted down my clothes. I wore my Camp-Half Blood T-shirt, with jeans still.

I sighed and saw black spots dancing in my vision. I fell into a sleep filled with nightmares.

——

A man with stark white hair flowing downwards on his back, his shaggy, messy white beard covering his chin reaching up to his neck, was walking across what seemed to be a battle-field, electricity crackling and hissing around him.

The wind seemed to cling towards him, and dozens of corpses littered the ground. Blood painting the entire ground crimson red.

'Soon enough, my love, we will seed out the weak, pathetic minded humans, and we will rule for eternity, after all, what can they do, but kill in an endless, hopeless battle,' He thundered, not really talking to anyone in general.

His form was covered in a bronze cuirass, with steel greaves, and dual, golden vambraces strapped around his forearm, just above his wrist on both arms.

The nightmare faded and another replaced it. The same man was brutally killing everyone with a large sickle. He grinned manically and cackled.

'I'm back honey,' He boomed happily.

——

I woke up with a start.
Breathing heavily, I tried to reassure that it was just a nightmare. Slowly my breathing relaxed and I managed to get a hold of my emotions and reined them in.

I glanced around. Thank Gods no one witnessed that. I turned my gaze upon a clock, plastered on the wall, ticking away in a carefree manner.

5:57 PM

The plump lady who I saw subsequent to my nightmare time, entered the Infirmary.

'Hello, sorry for not introducing myself, although you needed medical attention immediately, my name is Mrs. Pomfrey, what about you?' She asked questioningly.

I sighed and replied with' Percy'.

'Well, Percy, Dumbledore wants to see you,' She said in a kind yet firm voice. I had no idea who this Dumbledore was, and I certainly wasn't going to go to a random stranger with a name which screamed I HAVE THE MOST DORKIEST NAME ON THE PLANET.

Unfortunately, the lady saw my hesitation, and withdrew a stick from her nurse outfit, and pointed it at me.

Suddenly I started levitating. I was way too do tired and fatigued to resist, and sighed and accepted my fate.

She levitated me to the ginormous castle that dominated the area. It stood proudly upright, even thought the thing looked as if it was aged a billion years.

It was beautiful, sun shining brightly upon the gloomy castle which reminded me of, strangely, Nico and Will.

At last she levitated me up to a stone gargoyle. I glared at her. 'Will you put me down' I said angrily. 'You've levitated me from there to here for the past 30 minutes or so.'

She stared right back at me, not even fazed by my wolf-glare that would send the most ugliest monsters to their knees. Maybe Nurses have some sort of resistance to it.

'Correction, 5 minutes,' She said in a patronising tone. She reminded me of Annabeth, Always correcting me, and stubborn as a boulder.

I rolled my eyes and mumbled 'same thing.'

She looked firmly at the stone gargoyle and said 'Sherbet Lemons!' I couldn't help myself, and gave a snort of disbelief. Did she think that a statute could talk?

Then the gargoyle leaped aside and made way for us, Mrs. Pomfrey STILL levitating me through. Talk about paranoia.

We went ascended some stairs and went into a room. When the door opened, I couldn't help but gasp. A Semi-circle shaped table stood proudly in the centre, while the sides were littered, and I mean LITTERED with books upon books.

On the table was a birdcage with a fiery bird gently snoozing in the cage. The most prominent feature, however, was the man with such white hair that it looked like, fresh paint. The sides of his hair slithered down his neck and onto his shoulders.

The front of his beard was up to chest level, the ending braided up and the other locks of hair extending after the braid.

He wore a grey suit, and held a sparkle in his blue eyes.

'Mrs. Pomfrey, you may now put down young Percy and depart,' Dumbledore said in a British tone.

As the door closed shut, Dumbledore was about to speak when I cut him off.

'Is that a fire bird, or something?' I inquired, staring at the beautiful crimson bird. It was tiny, about the size of my index finger.

'Oh that's Fawkes, he's a Phoenix,' Dumbledore said happily.

'Uh cool,' Was my brilliant response.

'Let's get straight to the point, shall we,' Dumbledore said, while munching on something that suspiciously looked like candy.

'Chiron, your camp director, is a good friend of mine. I am, by no means, a demigod. I am a legacy of Hecate, and I am aware of the existence of demigods. I have no explanation on how you plummeted from the sky, unless Zeus wanted you to be his puppet for a few seconds, but I feel he isn't that cruel,' Dumbledore said slyly, glancing at me with that twinkle in his eye.

I gave a chuckle in response, 'Never know what Thunder-Ass might do next.'The thunder rumbled dangerously.

Dumbledore gave a knowing smile and continued. 'But I cannot rule out the possibility that this was a mere coincidence, I'm afraid you will be staying at Hogwarts for the 8th year. You will be in Harry's year, as no doubt whoever sent you hear must have had a reason.'

I nodded and stifled a laugh at the name.

Dumbledore then explained the basic thing I had to know about Harry. I'll summarise it in a few words. He's like me. That should cover it!

Dumbledore said that a half giant(he assured me he was friendly) named Hagrid, was to let me stay in his hut for some time.

I had grown to like the half-giant. He was always happy, friendly, and a very good friend. He let me stay in his hut, his dog Fang was cool, I played frisbee with him. Let me say he is FAST when he wants to be.

The months flew by, and the next thing I knew, it was August, a month from attending Hogwarts.

——

The sky was stirring, and impatient. He wanted to be united with his loved one, and rule together.

He mused sorrowfully. The day he died. How glad his Wife would be when he returned, stronger than ever. He wanted to rip apart his sons for their treachery.

'I will be back'  It was all but a soft whisper...

He will come.

He will.....