New story I whipped out of no where, so i hope you enjoy!

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I wish did, but I dont have mulla.

Percy wasnt one for silent contemplation and concentration, but he had been breaking his stereotype for some time now. In secret of course. If anyone actually found out about the night terrors or the amount of pure power he actually possesed. He would be... he was actually not sure, but percy knew it would not be good.

He was standing on the banks on the tiber, slowly controlling the blessed water to create differnet shapes in an attempt to calm himself. New rome was beautifull at night. The stars light up the clear california sky, and left a reflection on the surface of the rivers and the aqueducts. He tried thinking of annabeth, of new rome, of anything besides one of the worst nightmares he had ever had that was still fresh in his mind.

Percy was running next to jason and annabeth. They were trying to create enough distance between the tiny monster children that started chasing them after jason had struck the final blow on the mommy dracenae. As they ran, he let out a small laugh, slightly hysterical at the fact that they were running away from monster babys that wanted to eat them, jason and his girlfriend looked at him like he had gone a little wierd until they, inturn started laughing.

Then everything went wrong all at once. The ground shook around that as the sky lit up red and the forrest around them turned black. A deep, and familiar voice started speeking in his head "Your friends. All of them will turn on you perseus, mabye not at once but you know they will, why not just end them now, before they end you?"He snapped out his reveree just as Jason and annabeth stoped running abrubtly. He slowed down to a stop and turned to face them, "what're you?... common guys! We gotta run!" They didnt budge, their faces showed no grabbed thier arms, pulling, but it was as if they were weighed down with cement. As the sea prince desperatly struggled to move his two friends into moving, the two baby dracenae leaped onto and clinged to him, having seemingly caught up with the trio. They bit and furiously ripped up his skin and tried drinking his blood. He fell to the burning ground. The two monsters started multiplying and they all attacked him. Annabeth and Jason were left unharmed. And as he screamed, writhing on the ground pleading for help and mercy, percy jackson was eaten alive, and Jason and Annabeth did nothing but watch.

When percy woke up in bed next to annabeth he screamed writhing and jolting her awake. She was used to his nightmares by now, but she still went through the same routine of asking if he "was okay" and was it "another nightmare?" He mumbled a half-assed answer and scrambled out of bed and through the apartment door before she could ask any more questions and headed to the tiber to clear his mind.

She didnt follow.

Every night scince the war ended he had these, the only one he ever told has annabeth. But even what he explained to her wasnt the entire truth. Every nightmare centered around him and his powers, and every night that same voice spoke in his mind. Taunting him, trying to put dark thoughts into his mind.

His widely known power to as the son of Neptune/Poseidon had been stretching and morphing ever scince tartarus and it seemed like the limits were endless. His new powers were getting more worriesome. He could controll water, poisen, gasses, blood, and even people for crying loud!

Was that what what the voice was refering too? His powers? Yes, they were getting more and more unpredictable and very dangerous, but he would never, could never hurt his friends.

Could he?

End of chap one. I hoped you liked! Not sure if I will continue. It really depends if people like it. Thanks for reading and please comment!