Again, apologies for the long wait! Feeling very evil at the moment. Thinking about killing somebody. No, my sister did not inspire me, contraire to what she might tell you. R&R. Also, quick request, read my other stories. PLEASE, I beg of thee! I have, like, three stories without any favs or subscriptions or reviews, and it breaks my heart. If it isn't good, just tell me! Tell meh what needs to improve, and I'll improve it. THANK YEW! Enjoy

As I made my way back to the Big House with Harry and Rachel, I was eerily reminded of my first day at camp. The air had a sharpness to it, and I glanced up. I was shocked, plain and simply, to see clouds so dark they looked purple and blue, like bruises, flowering around the sun. Nothing stirred in the forest.

Rachel fell back, letting Harry take the lead, not that he noticed. "Something bad is about to happen. I had an odd dream last night. I couldn't tell you guys earlier, but it was bad. Like, worse than Kronos bad. We need to hurry," she murmured softly, her eyes on the sky.

Rachel was a natural Oracle, the moment she said this, the heavens spilt. The sun was entirely blocked out, a darkness close to night covering us. Rain pounded the earth. Harry didn't look surprised, but I sure as heck was. It wasn't supposed to rain here.

Rachel caught a drip of water on her tongue, and she shuddered. "This isn't the rain of the gods. The camp needs to prepare."

"For what?" I asked, begging myself to push away the idea now forming in my head.

Rachel's eyes darkened gravely. "They need to prepare for another battle."

Harry heard her, apparently. "What's going on?" he asked, worry seeping into his eyes.

In a split second, I made up my mind. "Rachel, you're fast. Go warn everyone. Harry and I will go tell Chiron. Hurry!" I told her, but before I even finished talking she bolted off like a deer. I turned to Harry.

"Rachel said something bad is about to happen. She's probably right. We need to go speak to Chiron," I told him, and he groaned in frustration.

"I knew this was a bad idea. You-Know-Who found us. It has to be him. Come on, then!" Harry yelled, already running.

I tore after him. We reached the Big House in a matter of seconds, yelling like madmen. Annabeth already looked concerned, but she looked downright panicked when she saw us. She covered it quickly, though.

"What's going on?" she had to shout over the wind, which was slapping her hair across her face wildly.

"I don't know, but Rachel is getting the campers ready. Harry thinks it has do with their world ."

Annabeth nodded, and Chiron pounded across the yard toward us, armored campers already spilling out of their cabin behind him.

"Percy! What in blazes is going on?" He cried.

I explained best I could, but then Harry and Hermione walked up, Ron skulking behind. "Sir, our apologies, but we think this may be our faults. We think we can contact more of our kind, see if they can help!" Hermione screamed.

Chiron nodded. "If you must, I'll give you a drachma to Iris-message them. But I don't think it will work. This seems to be a matter of separate dimensions, not just states or countries," He replied gravely.

While I stared at him like an idiot and Annabeth started spouting random facts as to why that would be impossible, the wizards looked thoughtful.

Finally, Rachel rushed in; the heads of cabin's following her. She'd even managed to grab Nico and Mrs. O'Leary.

"I think I know what's going on!" She screamed, the wind pushing her words away. "It's all because-" And she stopped.

If you're wondering, she stopped because that's what everything else did. The trees stopped shaking, the wind stopped blowing, and the rain stopped… raining. Or falling. Whatever. But out of the blue, the storm just stopped.

Rachel reached me and grabbed my arm. "It's because of them," She said, pointing at the wizards. "They aren't supposed to be here."

And just then, a long, low, almost feline sounding growl from the sky sent two messages; one, Rachel was right. And two; Things were about to get a lot worse.