« PROLOGUE »

Blackness. That's all Percy could see.

Am I dead? He thought to his self. No, that's not right. He hurt to much to be dead. Besides, he had a strange feeling he'd seen the underworld before and this wasn't the underworld.

" Doctor Sylvia, Subject A1 appears to be waking up."

Who was that just speaking? Percy was in to much pain to care very much about what was going on around him.

" A1, can you hear me? A1? " The voice sounded vaguely middle eastern, and for some reason that set him on edge.

Why does that voice bother me so much? Suddenly Percy gasped out loud.

" Annabeth..." It was all coming back to him now, everything, the camps, the wars, and his beloved.

The last thought Percy had before he passed out from the pain was,

Where am I, and how did I get here?

« CHAPTER 1 »

[ 24 hours earlier ]

Percy awoke to the sound of his brother, Tyson, snoring like an angry bear.

This is gonna be a great day! He thought as he was stretching his arms over his head. Little did he know, " great " wasn't even going to cover it.

Percys first clue to the day could have been anything from slipping in the shower to losing a sparing battle to Leo.

" What in the hell was that Jackson? "

" I'm not really sure. I just feel kinda off today Clarisse. "

" Well, don't waste my time Jackson! Go be " off " somewhere else. " Percy could've heard the snide tone a mile off.

His vision suddenly went purple, and before he even new what had happened, he had Clarisse pinned to the ground with one hand.

" W-w-what was that? How did you move so fast, be so strong? And your eyes... It's not natural. " Clarisses voice was barely above a whisper, but that didn't matter seeing as the whole camp went totally silent. Not a single sound was heard. Not even nature was moving.

" Percy? " He had never seen Annabeth look at him like that, like he was a freak.

Through the rest of the day every one seemed on edge around Percy, not speaking to him, looking at him, or even fighting him. Percy was starting to think he should start a fight, even it was just to get a look. Anything was better than being ignored!

That night, in his cabin, Percy was just starting to close his eyes when he felt a sharp prick in his shoulder.

A dart? What the... so sleepy, can't. keep. my. eyes... so sleepy... Percys kidnappers slid from the camp completely unnoticed. Like phantoms.