Bianca di Angelo & The Olympians

Percico Begins (About Time)

Percy POV

Pacing.

It was calming to me. Pacing around the interior of Cabin 3. That was usually when I thought best. Despite my efforts to sit back down on my bed, everytime I did I would start rocking back and forth, so I stuck to walking. To Hades with a sleep schedule. It could be 10 pm or 3 am and I wouldn't care.

Go after them.

I pinched myself. Nio wouldn't want me to go. For whatever reason, he was the only reason I hadn't ran off like a chicken with no head (Was that the saying?). It was ironic, really, due to the sneaking suspicion that he was the reason Bianca hadn't brought me.

Damn her reasons. They were Minotaur crap. Two children of the big three would attract monsters, blah blah blah.

I had spent a while convincing myself it was for the best. Rumor spread quickly around the camp, and while everyone seemed mighty pissed off that we were putting the lives of the campers in the hand of a child of Hades, they seemed more pissed at the idea that a camper, namely Annabeth, got to go on a quest two years in a row.

As if that was a good thing.

I couldn't imagine the reaction if they found out I had gone. They would have thought I was purposefully taking all the glory.

Then there was Nico.

Poor guy. All the resentment that had built up over the months was gonna blow tonight. Capture the Flag. And I say tonight because I was fairly sure it was about 2 in the morning. I should sleep.

Pacing.

I forced myself onto my bed, even though my body urged me to stand, I layed down. After a moment, the constant walking for hours on end must have got to me, and I fell into the scariness that is sleep.

Why scary, you ask? Watch and learn.

I stood in a fancy room, wind blowing through the curtains of the window. The floor rocked ever-so slightly, and I realized with a start that I was on a boat. Quite a big one, if the room I was in was anything to judge from. A ship.

We were in Miami. I could tell just from the ship being on water, and decided not to question it.

I then noticed how the shadows seemed to move, swirling around some sort of box, sitting in the center of the room. I glowed softly, as the shadows seemed like they were being pulled in.

I heard a crack from beside me as something moved, and I snapped my head around. My body didn't move. I was unarmed, ready to accept that I was doomed. But it wasn't a monster.

It was a girl. Slightly shorter than me, but she seemed familiar. It felt like looking through a kaleidoscope, to the point where I knew who she was but couldn't place it. I focused harder.

It was Bianca. But not the Bianca I knew. She was older, maybe 15, 16. I realized that I was older too, which is why I exceeded her height. She... her form glanced over to me, then glared. "So I'm doing this?" her form asked me, as if I was some kid in line for the diving board and I had shoved her in front of me because I was too scared.

She chuckled humorlessly, pulling her sword from her back. Only it wasn't her sword. It was a bronze dagger. No. It was Annabeth's bronze dagger. Bianca approached the box tentatively, as the shadows seemed to fight over who to draw to.

It glowed a golden light, and I had to turn away. I heard Bianca's screams, but just before I was pulled out of the vision, I saw that there was another girl, standing to my right, unlike Bianca, who was on my left.