PROLOGUE

GROVER'S POV

I awoke with a start. I had a splitting headache, and my sinuses were clogged up with

the wreak of some monster. Scratch that, monsters. I was in a pale room, with a plush,

cream colored rug and white walls. I could hear excited murmurs coming from the next

room.

"Could you hear his thoughts, Edward?" Inquired one. I estimated that there were about

eight or seven in the room.

"Yes, I could," the other one, supposedly Edward replied, "But I can't make

sense of them."

"And I can see him, but he's blurry." Another voice, distinctly female, piped up, clearly

frustrated.

"Well, is he a threat?" asked a lower, gruffer voice, "Can't we rough him up a little bit,

make him talk?" He sounded so hopeful, I shuddered.

"Shut up, Emmet." A fifth voice, another female, snapped impatiently.

I was baffled by the words that came out of their mouths. Not only did they make no

sense, but each syllable was hypnotizing. The girls were wind chimes and bells, the

boys, velvet and silk. Their scent was like nothing i've ever experienced before.

Although overpowering, telling my brain, Run, you idiot! , there were different perfumes

mixed in, like orchid, clove, leather, vanilla and fresh baked cookies. I knew I was in

trouble, and I knew I had to contact Camp Half-Blood, but how? A thought sprung to

mind. I haven't tried using the empathy link in ages, but it was worth a shot. I shut my

eyes and concentrated. Hard. -Percy?

CHAPTER 1

PERCY'S POV

I was cold and shivering, while my sheets were drenched in sweat. I could remember

the dream clearly. I was sitting on a white couch in a white room, and a group of the

most breathtakingly beautiful people on earth were standing in front of me. There were

seven of them in all, three girls and four boys, and they were talking in hushed, excited

murmurs. All of them had equally pale skin and strange, butterscotch colored eyes.

They were in the middle of a conversation.

"Shut up, Emmet." A tall, sexy blonde, clearly the prettiest girl of the group, snapped

impatiently at a buff guy with a defined chest and bulging biceps that would make some

of the tougher bullies from my old schools cry for their mommy.

"Yes, Emmet," said a woman with a heart shaped face and gentle features, "We should

be reasonable about this."

"Esme is absolutely right." Agreed a tall, slender blonde guy, probably the leader, who

looked like he could be a male model. "This...creature could be peaceable, if we

negotiate and approach it in a friendly manor. If we find out that it is a threat, only then

may we destroy it." I then heard a low whimper, coming from the room next door. It

sounded surprisingly familiar. I guess they could hear it too, because all of their heads

whipped in the direction of the sound.

"Edward?" Asked the the blonde leader. "Why don't you go check on our guest."

"Yes, Carlisle." Answered the guy, Edward, with tousled bronze hair and a boyish face. I

followed him through the door leading to the other room, and I finally saw who the

"guest" was. -Grover?! I was pretty freaked out, since usually when demigods have

dreams, the dreams are like weird versions of reality. Plus, it reminded me of the time I

had a dream about Grover in a wedding dress, and Annabeth and I ended up on a quest

to save my best friend from the clutches of a cyclopes who hated Nobody, and steal a

piece of heavy fabric that would save camp. (Long story). I decided that I had to go find

Chiron, so my best bet was to head to the Big House. Maybe he could shed some light

on what the dream meant. I hurriedly got dressed, made sure that Riptide was in my

pocket, and headed out the door. The fresh air felt good on my face, and the faint whiff

of the ocean calmed my nerves. I started towards the Big House, and I guess my

thoughts got carried away, because next thing I knew I was sprawled on the ground with

my girlfriend on top of me.

"Ouch! Watch were you're going, Seaweed Brain."

"Same goes for you, Wise Girl."

I helped her up after brushing myself off.

"So, where are you headed?" she asked.

"I could ask you the same thing." She rolled her eyes.

"That's none of your business."

"That's none of your business."

"Stop that!"

"Stop that!"

"Gods, Percy!" She punched my arm. I cracked a smile. We both laughed.

"But seriously, where are you going? You look...troubled. Upset."

"Well, I was headed to the Big House. I...I had a dream, and I think Grover is in trouble.

I wanted to talk to Chiron."

She furrowed her brow. She looks cute when she's thinking, which in her case it's all the

time. She nodded, probably understanding that I didn't really want to talk and needed

time to think.

"Ok, I'll walk with you."

So we walked together in silence. After a while, I reached over and laced my fingers

through hers. If we ended up on some crazy quest, which is very likely, there was no

one else who I'd rather be with.