Dark Dawn

Prologue: Percy - Haunted

It's about time I posted! Today the prologue and chapter 1 are out, and updates (usually consisting of one chapter) will most likely land Saturday afternoons.

Also, thanks so much to @WhiteKnight1 for helping with the plotline, editing, creative inspiration, etc. This wouldn't have been possible without his help!

Dark Dawn being a co-written story, every week will alternate authors. The male points of view I will write (most of the time) and the female points of view will be written (most of the time) by my lovely assistant @TimeladyInitiate.

Anyways, without further ado, the prologue and chapter 1!

It had started. There was no stopping it now. It was coming. A revolution.

It was Saturday after the day of Celeste. I'm not sure if the Four united or whatever, but that night the dreams started, the kind of dreams that give me the feeling that the depicted events are actually happening as I'm dreaming.

In last night's dream, I was in the midst of what the Underworld had become. The Underworld was in a state of chaos. Rather than its orderly system of the arranging the dead to the Fields of Asphodel, Elysium, and so forth, anybody who died milled around a large four-tiered area that was somewhat like a mall. In fact, it appeared that it was designed to be a mall, complete with shops, movie theaters and the all-important food court. Although it didn't appear that there was any money for the dead to shop with, people still came out of the shops with shopping bags full of merchandise.

This is bad. Percy Jackson's Demigod Rule Number 3 is that when things are messed up you can usually tell by the Underworld. If the Underworld looks like Hades has it under control, then monsters are probably dying as they should. If the Underworld looks like, well, like this, then things aren't going too well on Earth. Then I heard a voice.

"Interesting place, huh?"

That was Calypso's voice. I saw another figure turn around and face where the voice came from. I knew the second face all too well. "Yeah, it's pretty...Underworldly." That voice. It was Annabeth's.

Despite the glitz and glamour a mall brings, it still felt like the underworld with dim lighting, flickering ghosts, and a color scheme that would have made Aphrodite sick.

"What brings you here?" Calypso's body flickered every now and then like a hologram, and Annabeth's did the same.

Wow, Annabeth, she looked just as beautiful even when she was dead.

"Oh, I just got kicked off a cliff by some random guy." Annabeth nonchalantly answered. I could tell she was trying not to think about it too much,  "I think it was Gambit, some dude we were chasing."

"You know," Calypso told her,  "you can watch the replay of how you died on the third floor. They say it can give you a new look on your death. I still haven't watched mine, though. I know very well who was responsible for my death."

"Save the grudge." Annabeth advised her, "Maybe you can avenge it if we ever return to the mortal world."

"Oh," a smooth female voice said as it approached them, "but you may return sooner than you think." The woman who was walking toward them had cream colored skin and welcoming blue eyes. Her blue dress was gorgeous, but it was cut way too low and too sheer for my personal liking. Her long hair was lusciously brown and managed to cover up anything her revealing dress didn't.

Once Calypso recognized the lady she greeted her. "Well, hello, Persephone. What news do you bring?"

"Lord Hades has requested your presence. He has two more that should be arriving soon, but since you two are already here there's no need to dilly-dally."