Children of the Realms

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Part 1: Percy
'''I woke up to total darkness. '''

'''   I’m used to waking up in the middle of the night, usually because of nightmares or freak mythical monster attacks, but this was different. '''

'''   For once, I’d had no dreams, none at all. Also, I was in my cabin at Camp Half-Blood, which ruled out any kind of Greek ghoulie. The camp was protected from things like that. And yet, it was as dark as night around me, as if someone had filled the Poseidon cabin with ink. It was cold too: not only around me but inside of me. '''

'''    Unfortunately, I remembered exactly where I had felt that kind of cold before and it was not something I was nostalgic for. '''

'''   Last year, I had taken an unplanned trip to Tartarus with my girlfriend, Annabeth Chase. During our time there, after struggling across a brutal and cruel landscape for who knows how long, we’d come across a certain goddess I’d always hoped to avoid, Nyx. '''

'''   That was how the air around me felt. It was like I was back in Tartarus, enveloped in Death Mist and staring into the huge and horrible face of Night herself. '''

'''   I rolled over and glanced at my alarm clock. It was 7:30 am. Something was up. Usually, by this time in the morning, sunlight was streaming through the blue curtains, falling on the salt-water fountain in the corner, which had been fixed while I was away. Today, that was not the case. '''

'''   I groped around for my nightstand, my hand closing around a familiar bald-point pen, a tool I like to call Riptide. Swinging my feet to the floor, I removed its cap and a three-foot-long, bronze blade sprang from its tip. '''

'''   Using the faint blue light from my sword to navigate through my cabin, I pulled on some jeans and an orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. All the while, my sense of dread was growing sharper. '''

'''   My half-brother, a cyclops named Tyson, stirred across the room. “Fish-pony come back,” he muttered, grunting and twitching in his sleep. If I hadn’t been so worried about the eerie darkness around me, I would have smiled. I closed the door to Cabin 3 as quietly as possible so that I wouldn’t wake him. '''

'''   When I turned and saw half-blood hill, I knew we were in trouble. '''

'''   It was as if someone had smothered the sky in a black quilt. There was nothing up there anymore; no stars or moon or clouds cluttered the heavens like they usually did. It was colder outside than it had been in Cabin Three, so cold that I could see my breath. Not typical for a summer’s day outside of Manhattan. '''

'''   Torches blazed outside each of the cabins around me. Campers were gathered in the shadows, whispering to each other. Chiron, a centaur and the activities director at Camp Half-Blood, seemed to be patrolling the cabin area, cantering around it, his tail flicking anxiously. '''

'''   I spotted Annabeth standing close to a torch outside the Athena cabin. She was hugging herself and glancing around restlessly. She spotted me and beckoned for me to come over. '''

'''   I crossed to her, still clutching my sword. “What’s going on?” I asked. '''

'''   Annabeth shook her blonde hair over her shoulder. “We don’t know! Chiron hasn’t told us anything. But…” Her face went pale. Her grey eyes bored into mine. “Do you feel it?” '''

'''   I nodded. “Nyx?” '''

'''   Annabeth shuddered when I said the goddesses name. “Exactly. And I’ve told Chiron so,” she added, reading my mind. '''

'''   I looked over her shoulder. “Speaking of Chiron…” The centaur was trotting toward us. The campers stopped muttering as he passed. '''

'''   “Get everyone up,” he said, coming to halt in the center of the cabin area, “and go to the amphitheatre. No questions, please.” Then, he moved toward me and Annabeth, his face grave and creased with worry. “You two,” he murmured to us, “gather the seven. We have much to discuss.” '''

'''   Each demigod that had sailed on the Argo 2 the previous year had returned to Camp Half-Blood for a kind of summer reunion celebrating the anniversary of the defeat of Gaea. '''

'''   We had all hoped to have a normal summer camp experience this year: you know, the usual monster fighting, flag capturing, world-saving kind of fun I had come to expect over the last six years there. But here we were, barely two days into the summer and trouble had already come to call. '''

'''   Annabeth and I went around, knocking on different cabin doors and waking our friends. Jason Grace and Piper McLean were the first two to join us. '''

'''   Jason came out of Cabin One rubbing his eyes and nearly tripping down the marble staircase. He was wearing a wrinkled Camp Jupiter t-shirt and jeans. His blonde hair stuck out at odd angles like he’d been struck by lightning, and, knowing Jason, that was almost likely. '''

'''   Piper was nearly as ragged looking, but that was her style. She wore jeans with shredded knees and a simple white blouse. Her hair cut was choppy, but a single braid saved her the trouble of having to brush her hair. Her dagger, Katoptris, was sheathed at her belt. '''

'''   “Percy! Annabeth! What’s happening?” Piper called, rushing over. '''

'''   Annabeth shook her head. “We don’t know but something isn’t right.” '''

'''   “Duh!” Jason said, motioning to the sky. He was fidgeting with something, a coin, from the look of it. '''

'''   I glanced at Annabeth. “We think we might know something about it, though,” I said. Annabeth looked more frightened than angry at me, so I took that as silent allowance. I told them, quickly and quietly, about Nyx. As I did, Leo, Hazel, Frank, and Calypso joined us. '''

'''   When Leo had first returned to camp with Calypso, it had been kind of awkward. I knew that Calypso and he were together, and had been for a while, but it didn’t make things any less complicated. The way she looked at me always gave me the sense that I was falling, like my heart was sinking into a muskeg. And trust me, I know what that feels like. '''

'''   This morning, she was dressed in her usual sleeveless Greek gown, despite the numbing cold. Her presence seemed to warm the air around her, though, kind of like Leo when he’s on fire. There was no doubt that she was still immortal. '''

'''   Leo Valdez was at her side with his arm around her shoulders. He looked vaguely worried but, at the same time, proud, like: Hey guys! I know it’s dark and stuff around us, but I’m not worried ‘cause I’m with Calypso! His curly brown hair was as wild as ever and his magic tool belt was still strapped around his waist, ready to give him whatever tools he needed. '''

'''   “‘Sup?” he said, totally casual. “Who are we fighting today? Ouranos? Chaos? Mickey mouse?” '''

'''   “Some kind of underworld power, I’m guessing,” said Hazel Levesque, shivering under her deep purple sweater. As the daughter of Pluto, she would know, which was no comfort. '''

'''   “So Mickey Mouse then?” Leo said, cracking a smile. '''

'''   Frank Zhang glared at Leo, which wiped the grin off of Leo’s face. I didn’t blame him, Frank was as large as a wrestler and just as powerful. He turned to me. “Hazel said you needed us?” '''

'''   The clip-clop of hooves behind me, made me turn. Chiron had returned. '''

'''   “I need you,” he said. “Please, follow me to Half-Blood Hill.” '''