(W/c) = weapon choice

(S/c) = skin colour

(Y/n)'s P.O.V.

I turned around slowly, scared to see what was behind me.

I knew it wasn't the pack. No one roared.

Once I was fully turned, I saw a monster.

A manticore.

It was on the other side of the street.

I started breathing heavily.

I couldn't shift, or else I'm risking revealing myself to the world.

I had no weapons.

But then a voice spoke in my head.

The necklace.

I slowly put my hand up to the necklace that was around my neck.

The chain was made of gold and had a dove.

Out of instinct, I pulled the dove off the chain.

I was shocked when the dove turned into (w/c).

I looked down at the weapon in my hands.

Then I looked back up again, my fear gone.

I stared at the manticore.

That's when it charged.

Nico's P.O.V.

I was currently traveling back to Camp Half-Blood after visiting Hazel at Camp Jupiter.

I was in a town in Indiana, called Monroe.

I was gonna take a bus to, hopefully, New York.

But I heard a roar close to here.

And I mean really close.

I could see the manticore from where I stood in line.

The manticore was charging at a girl/boy that looked about my age.

She/He was holding a (w/c) in her/his hand.

She/He ran at the manticore.

I would say she/he was pretty stupid to do that until I saw what she/he did.

Right when she/he was in front of the manticore, she/he slid under it and attacked it's stomach.

She/He looked like she had a lot of experience.

And I knew she/he was a demigod. She/He was able to see the manticore and was fighting to survive.

I finally summoned my stygian iron sword and ran to the manticore and the girl/boy.

While the manticore turned around to get the girl/boy, I attacked from behind it, dodging it's scorpian tail just in time.

The girl/boy saw me and was shocked for a minute, but quickly regain focus on the problem at hand.

We fought together to fight the manticore.

The girl/boy finally managed to stab the beast in the heart, and it turned to golden dust.

I was panting and sweating right now. So was the girl/boy.

She/He turned around and smiled at me.

"Thanks for the help!" She/He smiled brightly.

Now that we weren't fighting and moving a lot, I could take in all of her/his features.

She/He was quite pretty/handsome, I had to admit.

She/He had (h/l) (h/c) hair, and bright (e/c) eyes.

Her/His skin was (s/c), it went perfect with her/his other features.

She/He had some freckles scattered around her/his nose that made her/him look quite cute.

Sorry if you don't actually have freckles.

Wait! What am I saying!

I nodded at her/him.

Then our eyes met.

We stared at each others eyes for a few minutes.

I noticed her/his eyes change colour but they would always end up back to (e/c) or a bright sapphire blue.

I was the one who finally broke the eye contact and quickly look away, blushing a bit.

I noticed the girl/boy was blushing a bit too.

"Um...I'm Nico. What's your name?" I asked, trying to make a conversation.

"(Y/n)." She/He smiled.

Wow, her/his name was even pretty too.

"So...I'm guessing your a demigod too?" (Y/n) asked.

I nodded.

"Who's your godly parent? Or do you not know?" She/He asked again.

"My dad is Hades." I said, not looking at her/him.

"Not proud with having Hades as your dad?"

I was shocked by the question.

"Um...guess you can say that. Do you know your godly parent?" I asked.

She/He shook her head.

"I know it's my mom. That's all." (Y/n) shrugged.

"How about you come with me? I'm heading to Camp Half-Blood right now." I offered.

"Sure!" She/He smiled brightly.

I smiled back a little.

We both walked to line that was now shorter to get bus tickets to New York.

We waited about 5 minutes before the bus arrived.

Just before we boarded, (y/n) ears seem to perk up, then she quickly got on the bus.

I wonder what that was about...

I just shrugged and got on the bus, following her to the back.

As we sat down, I just noticed that (y/n) didn't have her (w/c). I also noticed that she now had a small dove on her necklace that was just the chain before.

She had an enchanted item. A necklace that turned into her weapon.

That got me thinking why it was a dove, of all the things the charm could've been.

I might have an idea now who her mother is.