That night, Percy had a horrid dream.

He was taped to a chair, unable to move anything. Standing infront of him was a man cloaked in darkness, and Percy couldn't see his face. Percy looked infront of him and there hung two people upside down.

"Make your choice Perseus. I am bulletproof, so I am not an option. You have three people to choose from. Yourself, your best friend, or someone you've never met," that voice said. Percy balled his hands into fists. This man made him want to punch something.

Suddenly there was a gun in Percy's hand. One arm was free. But the stranger had a gun in his cloaked hands too. Percy grunted and tried to get out of the chair.

"Choose Perseus. Choose before I do," the voice said. Percy looked up at Jason's face. He was covered in scars and cuts everywhere. He looked in great pain. His eyes were wild and lost their spark. Then there was the girl.

Percy couldn't see her face, or what she looked like. He knew that she was a girl though, as he saw the long hair coming down, but he couldn't see the color.

What difference would it make, some stranger gone? A dark part of him said. Percy pushed it away. No, no one would die tonight. Percy fired at the man and tried to untie himself. The bullet went right through the man, and he laughed, and shot Percy. The world was dimming and the last thing Percy heard was the voice.

"You will have to chose, Jackson. The time will eventually come."