Sophie POV

Nico throws me onto that HUGE black mastiff the size of a truck, and says something to her. Then, she starts running. Hmmm...now that I have some time to think, I remember Nico calling her, what, Mrs. O'learn? That's right! I remember now. Mrs. O'Leary! So, my best friend, and frankly, my only friend, this new kid Nico, his boyfriend, Will, and I are traveling to some Camp Nico mentioned? How-

My thoughts are interrupted when an...off feeling washed over me, like being doused in cold water. My view is shrouded by darkness and I pass out.

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I wake up in a bed in what looks like the nurse's office at school. I look around at the open room, noting that it kinda looks like a big cabin, but with lots of beds similar to the one I'm in.

"You're up." Somebody says. I turn and see Daryl, my best friend who it seems has taken a liking to shaggy carpet pants...?

"D-dar?" My voice is slightly raspy, something I'm surprised about. "Where am I? What's going on? What happened to the hellhound?" I ask, my voice clearing up as I talk more.

Daryl smiles at me and Nico and Will walk up to my bed. I hadn't seen that they were there before, so I'm slightly surprised when they appear.

Will hands me a tall glass with a purple straw and a maraschino cherry on the side. The liquid inside the glass kind of looks like glowing apple juice.

"Here. That should make you feel better. You passed out when we shadow traveled to camp. Happens to most people." The blond boy says.

I take a sip of the unknown liquid, my eyes lighting up when it tastes like Reese's peanut butter cups, my favourite snack to eat when I'm feeling lonely and reading a book.

"This...it's delicious..." I look up at the three boys standing over me. "It tastes wonderful!" I say with a giggle. Then I notice the wistful look on all three guys' faces, and I feel a teensy bit guilty for not offering them some, too.

"You guys want some?" I say, holding the glass out. Daryl shakes his head violently, backing away and running into a table with some medical instruments on it. He blushes, his milk chocolate coloured skin tinting a rosy pink.

"Um, you're very sweet for offering, but if I drank any of that stuff I would...burn to a crisp?" He says, his voice an octave higher than normal.

My eyes go wide. I pull the glass back and take another sip, a warm tingling feeling going through my body.

"O-oh. Okay. No nectar for Daryl." I say, not noticing the astonished looks on Will and Nico's faces.

"Hey, Rancer. How'd you know what it's called?" Nico asks me, taking a step forward.

I think for a second before answering.

"Well, remember how I told you that I read a fudge load of Greek mythology?" I start, taking a longer sip through the purple straw. Nico nods, twisting that skull ring he has on his pinky finger.

"Well, I recognized this as nectar after I took a sip...I remember reading about it." I say, blushing a little bit.

Nico and Will nod. I take another sip, looking down with a little bit of surprise when there's nothing to drink.

"Oh. I guess I finished it." I say, plucking up the cherry and popping it in my mouth.

Suddenly, I hear a roar from outside. Before anybody can stop me, I jump off my bed and run to a nearby window to see what's happening.

Outside, in a big field, there's two people...I can't see their faces, but one of them has raven black, windswept hair, a tan complexion, and a muscular build that I assume one would get from swimming. He's holding a bronze sword, swinging it around like he's been doing it for years.

The other person, a girl, has a short black hair cut, she's wearing a black leather jacket, silver leggings, and black combat boots. From here, I can just see the glint of what looks like a silver tiara on her forehead.

She has a quiver on her back, one which she is taking arrows out of and shooting them at the male in rapid succession. The guy keeps slicing the arrows in half, his movements with the sword so fast, they're blurring.

He's slowly moving closer to the girl, who just keeps trying to fend him off with her arrows. She touches something on her wrist, and suddenly there's a large , circular shield in front of her. The shield has a hideous face on it--one I assume is Medusa, from ancient Greek mythology...but she doesn't exist, and neither should the girl's shield, Aegis...

Nico walks over to stand beside me and just sighs, completely ignoring the huge tidal wave slowly rising behind the girl, what I assume was making the roaring. I look over at him, my eyes wide as saucers.

"What's happening! Who are they? And why aren't you doing anything about it? Why isn't anybody doing anything about it?" I ask, motioning sharply to the growing crowd surrounding the two people fighting.

"Those," He says, turing to me with a grin. "Those are my cousins."

I look at him, not really comprehending that the two people figthing like demons out there are Nico's cousins.

"The guy's Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon." I open my mouth to say something, to counter what he just said, to say that Greek gods don't exist and a human shouldn't be able to do stuff like make tidal waves, but Nico puts a figer up to stop me.

"And the girl is Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus." He says. "I'm the son of hades, which makes us cousins." He shrugs again.

A bright flash of light pulls my attention back to the two demigods, I guess. I turn my head back to the cousins, gasping when Thalia raises her hand and a bolt of lightning comes down, hitting Percy.

"I-is he okay?!" I ask, almost prepared to hop out the open window and check on the guy. Nico smirks and points.

"Watch." He says. I look, and once the smoke clears, Percy is standing there, smoking. I gasp again, staring intently at the two demigods.

"How did she do that? How is he not dead? And what's up with the wave? And why are they figting?" I ask in rapid succession. Nico looks up above my head with a grin.

"Knew it." He looks at me and Daryl and Will walk over, along with a girl who had just run in. I notice her california girl dirty blond hair, grey eyes almost identical to mine, and the dagger she's holding in her hand. She looks at a spot above my head too and smiles at me.

"Hail, Sophie rancer. Daughter of Athena, goddess of wisdom and battle strategy." She says. I look up and see a glowing owl perched on an olive branch floating above my head. I look at the four people in front of me, all who are bowing.

A/N: I would just like to thank Fluffyishappy221 For being the most recent comment asking me to update! I know other people have asked, but I got a sudden burst of 'inspiration' to write this chapter. Please tell me what you think in the comments!