A War Between Worlds

Chapter 1

Percy's POV

I trudged back to my cabin, it was only the second day after the war and everyone could not get over it. So many deaths including... No! Leo didn't die, He had the potion, He saved himself with it...

"Oh Leo," I murmed "Where are you now." I looked around camp, it was in ruins after the fight with Gaia and though everyone was trying their hardest to clean it, it was in tatters. I walked into my cabin. My bunk was messy and I tried my hardest to clean it up so I could sleep, not that it would be peaceful. Out of all the things we could do we could not have peaceful dreams. Why?, Just Why.

I nesteld into the covers and fell asleep.

In my dream a boy with black hair, vivid green eyes with glasses and a lightening bolt scar was holding a stick, and I am not kidding he was holding a stick. The others around him also held sticks but their were shooting out rays of light and he was just standing there facing a creepy dude with white skin, no nose and blood red eyes with slits for pupils who was also holding a stick. Seriously what was the deal with these people and sticks!

"Harry Potter," The creepy dude purred. "For so long I waited for this moment. 17 years it's been, has it not."

"Yes," Harry said. "17 years you have lived since I was born Tom Marvello Riddle, but now It's your time to die."

Behind him a boy with a sword, cut the head off a snake...at least it wasn't a stick.

"No," croaked Riddle "Please..."

"Goodbye Tom," Harry smiled maliciously as he shot a red beam of light out his stick.

I shot up in bed sweating. What was this new magical race, and more importantly, what was with thier sticks! I looked outside, the sun was rising, already a light shone across the debris. I got up and got ready to go see Chiron If anyone would know about this evil being it who killed Tom because he was creepy, It would be him. I rushed out to the Big House.

"CHIRON!," I shouted. "I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING." a disgrunteld looking centaur steped out of the Big House.

"Gee Percy," he groaned. "You may have saved the world twice but you are a right pain in the hindquarters."

"Sorry," I said without meaning it. "But I had a nightmare, a vision nightmare." Chiron nodded gravely.

"Come inside then, try not to wake Seymour." I stepped inside and heard a snarl worked it's way out of Seymour's mouth, I sat down sat down on one of the couches as Chiron compacted himself into his wheelchair.

"Tell me all of it," He asked, once he had finished. I took a breath and began.

"The thing was," I said after I finished. "These people were of unimaginable power, and. And they didn't seem like demigods." Chiron strode over to a window and looked over the camp.

"Percy, I believe these people may have been wizards..." I stared at him, he had to be joking. "And if they're as powerful as you think they are we may be in trouble."

"Why would we be in trouble though, if they're wizards wouldn't they mind their own business." I said my voice full of worry. Chiron handed me an envelope with the words 'To Percy Jackson' written in green ink. I cautiously opened the envelope and inside was the broken wand of Tom Riddle and a note, but I didn't need to read the note to know what it meant. They were coming.