Percy Jackson and the Return of an Ancient Enemy

Nightmare

Percy's POV

Jason and Nico were standing next to me when I made the final strike. The three of us collapsed beside the 'cliff ' weary thanks to the war. Minutes of silence passed as the campers were stunned at Ouranos's death.

Then the seven broke the silence as they ran up to us and hugged us. The campers started cheering and laughing. The gods clapped in appreciation except for Ares who just scowled.

Annabeth hugged me and kissed me right in the edge of the pit. Piper did the same thing to Jason. A cloaked figure came up to Nico and hugged her. Apollo kids started swarming around camp taking injured kids from the battle.

"Did we lose anybody?" I asked Annabeth.

"Yea, we lost some campers I don't know, half of the sea monsters, five cloaked people, and almost all of the wind spirits," she answered.

The rest of the seven came up and we started congratulating each other. Six Apollo kids came and carried me, Jason, and Nico. They settled us each in our own cabins. Not even changing, I plopped into bed and drifted off in a nightmarish sleep.

I was standing on the edge of the sea, overlooking Camp Half Blood. Everything looked normal. The cabins were repaired, the fields back to normal, and the smell of fresh strawberries filled my lungs. The sky was very clear and the sun shone brightly over Half Blood Hill.

Then suddenly, darkness overtook the sun. Pure darkness without even a twinkle of light replaced the clear blue sky. Everything in the valley turned dark and sorrowful.

A woman cackling was heard all over the valley. The cabins started catching fire and the Big House exploded into ashes. Fire burned through the woods, changing the trees to crisp.

Campers ran out of their cabins with shock. Out of nowhere, black arrows rained down killing the escaping campers. Wood spirits and satyrs came running out of the forest but one by one they were stabbed by shadows.

Chiron came out of the Big House fighting with invisible beings. Gusts of wind blew so powerful that it hurtled campers without any clear directions.

Zeus was seen flying while launching lightning bolts at shadows. Poseidon was standing next to me commanding waves and earthquakes to swallow invisible beings. Hades was sending terror at everything that moved. Jason and Nico were right there beside their godly parent clearly as shocked as I was.

Then I saw her. Annabeth. She ran away from the Athena cabin only to be stopped by an arrow in the chest. Blood poured out as she lied down dying. I tried to run towards her but my feet were like glued to the sea.

Piper came out of her cabin, facing three creatures in black robes. Piper stabbed one in the gut and kicked it away. She quickly killed the other two, leaving the dead on the ground. She turned to face Jason and smiled at him.

Suddenly her smile turned to a look of horror. She looked down at her stomach and the tip of a blade was seen coming out. The blade was retreated and Piper fell crumpling to the ground.

I looked at Jason who was ready to burst. Tears came trickling down his cheeks as he saw his girlfriend dead. He tried to fly towards her but it was like he was glued to his spot too.

I stared at a cloaked figure who was surrounded by five hellhounds. She stabbed the first which turned to dust. She threw a knife at another and turned it to dust. The remaining hellhounds leapt at her, wrestling her to the ground. After finishing their prey, the hellhounds left her with her hoodie behind her head revealing a dead Bianca di Angelo.

Nico's face went pale as he watched the dead body of Bianca. He tried moving his feet by they were stuck too. One by one the other campers fell down, dead. Frank was lying stabbed by a cloaked figure, Hazel was shot by an arrow, Leo was attacked by an empousa and was left dead.

Suddenly me, Jason, and Nico was pushed by something very powerful and one by one we fell, to the pit where we threw Ouranos.

I woke up with a start. Someone was ratting at my cabin door. With a groan I managed to get myself up. Every inch of my body hurts. Even walking seems like torture. I slowly waddled over and opened the door.

A man was standing there, all dressed in black cloak, carrying a sword just like in my nightmares.