Everyone is hiding from something; a secret, a lie. Mine just happens to be a curse, one bestowed upon me before my first birthday; a curse that says I'm supposed to die before I turn sixteen. But that isn't going to happen, because I have a plan. You see, it's impossible to prick your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel if you're locked in a cell.

Just a 'nice and friendly' game of truth or dare with our favorite Percy Jackson characters! (A/N I was 12 when I wrote this. People with high level brains and a respect for well written works, leave now. Everyone else: Come in for a laugh, cause were grammar and embelishment was lacking, humor is abuntant. )

A Shadowhunter life is never peaceful for long.