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Unknown’s POV

Why the hell do I feel  freezing?

Am I in some sort ice box?

Or am I just stuck at the base of the Atlantic?

Oh, gods….

I don’t feel so good..

“ Wake up! Please wake up!” I hear a girl’s voice plead to me. “ Wake up!”

“ I’m awake, I’m awake,” I say groggily. I open my eyes (it felt like opening a garage door manually) and a white light blinds me. “ Whoa…turn off the lights, will you?”

                 There’s some scraping sound, probably from a chair. Someone’s feet shuffling and then the light dims. I squint at the girl kneeling beside me and my heart stopped.

                “ Annabeth?”

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Percy (previously unknown) POV

                “ What the hell happened?” I ask as I limp on to the deck.

                Destruction.

                Destruction everywhere.  The floorboards where ripped open, some got smashed through. The steering wheel is nowhere to be found, along with the cool gadgets Leo installed it with. And Leo is running around on deck, checking all of the damage all the while yelling and cursing in frustration at the destruction of his ‘baby’.

                “ We got attacked by the Romans,” Annabeth says, looking at me worriedly. “ Octavian got to you.”

                “ Octavian?” I nearly choke on my saliva. “ How could I lose a fight to Octavian?”

                “ Well, he wasn’t alone,” Jason says, appearing from below the deck, holding some stack of woods. “ He had some this really buff dudes and they did Octavian’s dirty work. They’re the one who knocked you unconscious.”

                “ Unconscious? Unconscious? For how long?” I demand.

                “ Probably a couple of hours,” he shrugs. “ Listen, I gotta go and help Leo patch things up if we want to make it in time to Rome,” he tells me before jogging over to where Leo stood with his hands at his hips, looking like an extremely pissed off Latino elf.

                “ A couple of hours? I was unconscious for a couple of hours only?” I ask, turning to look at Annabeth who shrugs. “ I thought I was knocked out for days!”

                “ Why would you think that?” she asks curiously. “ I mean, the concussion wasn’t that bad,” she says, touching the tender spot on my temples. I wince when she did that. “ Sorry,” she apologizes. “ I got worried sick when you wouldn’t respond. Hazel said you started screaming the last half an hour before you woke up.”

                “ I’ve been screaming,” I repeated, feeling extremely déjà vu – ish. “ How did I sound when I was screaming?” Annabeth looks at me, her grey eyes welling in tears. “ Hey. What’s wrong?” I ask her as I brush the tears away.

                “ Hazel said you sounded as though you were in pain. In extreme pain. And then you started to cry. We all got so worried that you saw something bad happen. You know, with our demigod dreams and stuff,” she says, pressing my hand to her face.

                “ I thought that stopped since Zeus forbids all form of communication between the Olympians and us,” I say as I pull her into a hug. “ And don’t worry. I’m right here now. Safe and sound.”

                “ Don’t you want to tell me what your dream was about?” she asks.

               “ Um…” I hesitate. “ Maybe later. I’m hungry right now.” She laughs. “ What? I got knocked out by some buff dudes. Of course I’m hungry!”

                “ Okay, okay. Let’s go grab something to eat. I’m hungry too,” she says, smiling as she pulls me to the dining room.

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I’m on duty tonight.

Leo (with his awesome super repairing skill) managed get us up into the sky just as some of the Underworld nasties approach us. It felt good to have some fresh, cool air against my face after the horrible dream I had.

                But was it a dream?

                Just now when I was in the shower, I noticed this small lump over my left chest. It turns out to be a scar. Which is weird, because I remember not having getting stabbed at that particular spot because if I had, I’d be dead.

                This is getting confusing. Maybe it was just a stupid dream. Maybe I’m just too exhausted on this journey. Yeah…maybe.

                “ It wasn’t a dream, Percy.”

                I nearly went overboard when I heard that voice because  it’s been ages since I’ve heard it.

                “ Careful now. Wouldn’t want you to get hurt,” he says again, grabbing my arm before I fell.

                “ Dad?” I ask, staring at him. Astonished. “ What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be on Olympus?”

                “ Well…I’m supposed to,” Poseidon shrugs. “ But Hera sends me here with a message,” he says, a distaste look on his face. Seeing the confused look on my face, he adds, “ It’s a special message. Reserved only for a father-son conversation.”

                “ Oh.”

                Silence. The both of stood close to the rail, staring out into the calm, night sky.

                “ You said it wasn’t a dream.”

                “ Because it isn’t,” Poseidon says, turning to me. “ Percy, Hera took you to another time to show you what could happen if Gaea won this war.”

              “ You mean… to Panem?” He nods. I gulp. “ And the Hunger Games?” He nods yet again. “ Can you repeat the story? I don’t think I actually follow.” Poseidon gives me the evil eyes, sighs and then explains.

                “ If Gaea wins this war, there will be turmoil. Mankind would be forced to turn on each other. Gaea will initiate other kinds of war that is not based on weapons : famine, plagues. Mankind would war each other just to get their hands on food and such. Soon, mankind would cease to exist, leaving only a few pockets remain. And that remaining humans,” Poseidon says, looking at me all seriously, “ would form Panem.”

                “ There’ll be 13 districts,” I say, remembering everything I saw and infos got from the ‘dream’. “ All rebelled against the Capitol. 12 defeated, and the thirteenth obliterated. And then, the Hunger Games were created. To…to remind the citizens of Panem of the Dark Days.” I look into my father’s eyes. “ Katniss is real?”

                Poseidon shifts uneasily. “ Well, she is but technically she’s a little bit too young for you.” I shake my head in disbelief. “ What?”

                “ Dad, you go on dates with mortal women millennia years younger than you and you’ve got the nerve to tell me to forget about her?” He laughs.

                “ But you’ve already got Annabeth,” he points out. “ Athena would be extremely…what do you kids call it these days? Oh..extremely pissed off if you break her daughter’s heart.”

                My just-now-excited heart deflates. “ Oh. Yeah. I forgot.” Poseidon studies me for a moment before he turns back to watch the clouds roll lazily around us.

                “ Love is a messy affair, yes?” he asks gently. “ To fall in love is a bliss, is it not?” I didn’t reply. “ They say that if you love two person at the same time and you are thinking who you love the most,” he cuffs my shoulder,  “ you should go for the second person. Because if you had loved the first one very, very much, you wouldn’t have fallen in love with the second.”

                “ But I do love Annabeth very much. It’s just…it’s too complicated now!” I say, pounding the rails in frustration. “ Does Aphrodite have something to do with this?” I ask my father, who chuckles loudly, his eyes twinkling with that mischievous knowing look. “ Does she?”

                “ I’m not sure,” he says, straightening up. There is some crackle of thunder up in the sky. “ Hera wants me back on Olympus. But before I go,” Poseidon grabs me by the shoulder, “ remember this : in a couple of years in Panem, there is going to be a terrible war between the districts and the Capitol. I’m sure Katniss would appreciate some help from you.” He smiles yet again, pats me on the shoulder before dissipating into mist, leaving a salty, oceanic smell behind.

                “ Percy?” I look at the source of the voice and see Annabeth standing at the top of the stairs. “ Who were you talking to?”

                “ My dad,” I say without thinking.

                “ About what?” she asks, hurrying to my side. “ Was it something important?”

               “ Yeah,” I breathe as I realized what Poseidon had been hinting : he wants me to go into the future and help Katniss. But what war is going to happen? Wait…what? Go into the future? “ Annabeth,” I say, holding her hands. “ Do you trust me?”

                “ Absolutely,” she says, looking slightly alarmed. “ What’s up? What’s going on?”

                “ I’ll tell you that later. Right now, I want to ask you something.” She stares at me, disbelief written all over her face after I’ve finished asking.

                “ You want me to what?”

A/N: And that, my friends, is the end of this story. 0Anonymo0, was this ‘gotcha’ enough for you? And don’t question the logic of the plot. This is a fiction. Anything is possible in a fiction.

So…I wonder what Percy asked Annabeth about..do you guys have any idea? Gosh…this is going to be one hell of a challenge for me to write this sort of fiction.

Anyway, just to tell you that thanks for reading, reviewing, favouriting, following et cetera et cetera. It was an enjoyment for me to write for you. Hey, you gotta enjoy doing it before someone else can enjoy it. Err….does that makes sense? Anyway, I’ll try to start the sequel as soon as possible…say, tomorrow? I’ll try to get some ideas in my dreams tonight.

Until then!