Jay

Six long years have passed since that fateful day, when I saw camp in flames. Darkness has crept upon the world, slowly but surely growing each day. I had gathered a group of demigods. Some survived the burning, others had never heard of Camp Half-Blood. We were growing stronger, and I thought we may soon have enough to put up some sort of a resistance to Nyx and her brother. Then, we found the Romans.

There were two of them, both wounded. One died immediately after we brought him to our base. The other lived only a little longer, but before she died, she told us that their camp had been ruined as well. There was a prophecy, she said, one that the few remaining believed could be coming into effect soon. I wrote it down as she told me, though I was not sure that she spoke the truth. I told only those that I trusted the most about the prophecy.

It was a few weeks later that I heard the news. My second in command, Alicia, had been in charge of keeping an eye on several demigods that I suspected might be important. When she came up to me with a worried look on her face, I was immediately suspicious. Alicia –or Hal, as most people call her- is rarely worried. "What is it?" I asked.

She took a deep breath. "You know that one demigod? The one that we were nearly certain was the one on the prophecy?" I nodded slowly. Hal had been urging me to find a way to bring this demigod to our base, especially since she believed that he had discovered his powers. "He's been taken. By Nyx." I whistled softly. This, I realized, could be bad.