I know that you hate these but no matter how much I want to, I don't own anything about this but my OC. Those rights belong to the great Rick Riordan & fantastic J.K. Rowling. Please enjoy! I apologize in advance for my terrible writing skills. 

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Mystery POV

Come, my child. Make it over the hill and you will be safe. The voice said into my head. My vision was getting blurry and the wooden sword I had crafted was giving me tons of splinters. My ankle was throbbed painfully from when I jumped down a tree.

"It thinks it can escape us! This is so exciting wouldn't you say, Tami?" The evil fire-bronze-donkey lady said to the one trailing behind her. It started to giggle hysterically." You weren't kidding when you said they became funnier to chase. This one's got some fight in it for something so small." She crooned.

"Leave me alone!" I cried. I'm so tired. I just want to sleep without them coming for me. They laughed, even more, when they heard my words. "You smell like a barn! Go take a bath and put your hair out!" Their laughs became growls when they heard the smelly comment.

"Maybe we should just finish it off if it's going to be so rude." The one without fire screeched.

I stumbled farther up the hill. You're almost at the top. You can make it there! Keep trying, all you have to do is make it past the tree! The voice said again. I pushed farther up the hill almost at the roots when the things that looked like cables moved to glare at me. I looked back down the hill and saw the demon-donkey's limping toward me.

But then the head poking out of the rest of the body turned toward them and they stumbled slightly."Hiding behind a dragon? You don't have much fight in you after all." No Flame said.

"I'm fine with that," I said while nodding my head vigorously and turning to continue my stumble up past the roots. The dragon thing looked at me for a second, glaring at me, then looked back and a low roar began in its throat.

I continued and didn't look back. If I hadn't been about to past out, I would have noticed the fact that there were strange things everywhere in the place before me or the fact that it was beautiful there. I might have noticed that I was slowly making my way to a place where a large fire was or the weird buildings that surrounded it.

There was a small girl around my age tending the fire.

"Hu..um..de," were my brilliant words to her before I tripped and landed flat on my face. When I rolled over on my back, I saw black spots that grew bigger until I all I could see was black and closed my eyes.

Nico's POV

Everyone was at breakfast. Everyone but me that is. I was just waking up when I saw a girl around maybe eight talking to lady Hestia. and then she fell flat on her face and didn't get back up.

I ran over and saw that the girl was really dirty and had lots of blood on her face and shirt, which looked like it had a flower pattern on it but it was no shreds of torn cloth that was covered in grime.

"Lady Hestia, do you know who she is?" I asked her the obvious question. Hestia just smiled at me in the annoying I know her but I can't tell you who she is kind of way."She's a new camper, and she needs help." Is what she told me.

I bent down and picked her up as gently as possible but she squeaked in pain. I then carried her as quickly and carefully as possible to the infirmary.

Will was there and looked up with a happy, really cute look on his face. I blushed slightly at that thought. Will then put his attention on the little girl in my arms. He stood and pointed toward a cot for me to put her on. When I did, he started to look her over and silently started to sing a healing song.

"Can you go and get clothes for her?" He asked without looking up from his work.

I quickly left to the camp store and got clothes that looked like they could fit her size and returned just as fast.

She already looked much better than before with most of the blood gone but she was really skinny. Like me after the jar skinny. Her ribs were showing and her shoulder blades were very pronounced. Most of the grime was gone as well so I placed the clothes at the foot of the cot and left Will to his work.

I waited outside and saw Percy, Annabeth, and Hazel walking over to me. When they saw the blood om my hands and slightly on my shirt they looked worried.

"It's not mine," I told them. This didn't ease their worry though so I decided to tell them anyway."We got a new camper. She was pretty beat up but she's in good hands here so I wouldn't worry too much about her. She is really young though. Real skinny too, but that can be fixed here." I said all in one breath.

"Nico, why do you have so much blood on you? Did she really bleed that much?" Hazel asked, still wearing a mask of worry on her face.

"Will's working on her, so I have faith that she'll be just fine," I said softer than before.

She nodded but remained with her expression. Just then Will walked out with his hands covered in blood and grime."She is a little young, but she's tough. She just woke up if you want to ask her questions." He informed us in his doctor's tone that I find really sexy. Wait, what?

I went, the others following closely behind. She didn't look up from the small glass of nectar she was slowly sipping.

"Hey there, I'm Percy. Can you tell me your name?" Percy said gently as he approached the cot.

She set down the drink and then looked away mumbling, "Miranna."

"Miranna? That's a nice name. Really pretty one. Can you tell me how you got here?"

Miranna's POV

He asks a lot of questions.

"Walking over the hill, how else?" I said really annoyed that he asked me a question that was so obvious to answer.

He chuckled slightly at this.

"Where am I?" I asked still not looking at him.

"A camp. A safe space in the world for people like you and me."

I scoffed at this and turned toward him. He was shocked when he saw my face. Probably my eyes. One was a beautiful green color and the other was the color of lava. Right now that one was most likely shifting to obsidian and back again. The green one was most likely rippling with different shades of blue and green mixing in. They always do when I'm annoyed or angry. My Mom said that it made me beautiful, having one of my eyes different than the other, and in such a strange way, but the other kids would tease me whenever they saw them.

"How exactly are you anything like me?" I asked him, my temper growing with each word. How could he ever be anything like me? Teachers singled me out of a group. Kids bullied me for being different. Kids who didn't bully me didn't hang out with me for fear that they would be bullied themselves. Parents never talked to me, but they were always talking about me "Miranna, the trouble maker who goes and gets herself kicked out of everywhere. Her dad left, and her mom kicked the bucket just to get away from her!"

At that thought, a tear slipped out of one of my eyes."How can you be anything like me?"

He looked at me and just stared. A girl behind him with chocolate skin, cinnamon hair, and golden eyes stepped around and sat at the foot of my bed. She looked no older than 13.

"Where are you from?" she asked with sadness in her soft face.

"Georgia."

"Do you know who your parents are?"

More tears found their way out of my eyes."Kendolle Geolanne. I don't have a dad."

She nodded in understanding."How did you get from Georgia to Long island?"

"What's Long Island?" Is it this island that's supposed to be really long?

"It's where you are. This camp is in Long Island, New York."

I thought back to the long months that I had been traveling where the voice in my head told me. I might sound crazy but this is all I have to go on for how I got here." A voice. It kept telling me to go this way. It would tell me when I should hide, but it always told me to go this way."

"But you never answered my question. How can you be anything like me?" I said with the last of my tears drying.

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Hey! I know that if you read the original one you know that it didn't get very far. But here is what I think is so much better than before and with a different plot and time placement.

Who is your favorite ship?

Percabeth

Solangelo

Caleo

Jasper(Others say Jiper but that doesn't work)

Frazel

Lazel

Percico(Had too)

Gruniper(Why not)

Octachel(I won't judge(I totally will))

My favorite is almost all of them. Favorite/s. Not favorite.

Keep reading, please and sorry if it isn't that good at the moment.

Blue cookies for everyone!!

-AllDaLadiesLuvLeoHoO

Sorry in advance for the creepy eye that is Miranna's.

Her Left Eye:

Her Right Eye: