Since I write so many love stories, I've decided to write an action one. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

I flipped my sword around and sighed. It was a three foot long silver sword. The hilt was silver metal, with Greek carvings. It changed into a silver bracelet. It was a gift from my father, a few years back. Well, the more that I think of it, a century ago. Being stuck in time doesn't help your view of time at all. I suppose being stuck in that gods-awful hotel did help me; the creature that had been so intent on killing me was dead. Although, I did miss a fair bit of events. Like Kronos coming back, and then being shoved back into Tartarus by Percy Jackson.

All this and I missed it because my father decided he wanted to surprise his family at the right time. Now, I have to make my way back Camp Half-blood, after missing for a century. Chiron will sure get a kick out of it, seeing as I went on a quest and never came back.

I suppose I should send an Iris Message, although that would suck the fun out of everything.

I changed into the clothes one of the minor gods gave me, an electric blue, short-sleeved shirt that matched perfectly with my eyes, blue pantaloons with rough fabric (it fit fairly tight), and sandals.

"Who are you, exactly?" I asked the god that waited for me outside the hotel. He knew who I was, Ivy Elise. He'd visited me several times, to tell me what was happening in the world. To keep be up to date. Sent by my father of course, but I never knew his name.

He had a younger form, a boy with blonde hair, fair skin, and dark eyes. He didn't answer me, just stared as I packed my bag. I lid the bag around my shoulders and let my light brown hair out. The god hadn't moved from his spot.

"Well?" I insisted, feeling uncomfortable in the pants I wore.

He studied the room once more before slipping outside. I sighed and followed the boy outside. Once out in the chilly weather, I took a deep breath. I smiled; I haven't been outside in decades. The breeze was sort of chilly, I had a feeling it was autumn.

"Get on, I don't have all day for you to stop and smell the roses," the god said, crossing his arms and tapping the ground repeatedly.

I glared at him and looked at my ride. It was Pegasus, white with brown spots. Its wings were wide and strong. It neighed and I slid on, petting it lightly. "Are you coming along?" I asked the god.

He shook his head. "'Course not," he replied, simply and smoothly.

"You're rude, you know that?" I said. He smiled in response. I sighed, "Farewell then."

The Pegasus took off running and in minutes we were in the air. The sky was cloudless; the sun was out, despite the chilly weather. I had butterflies in my stomach as I neared Long Island. What would Chiron think? One of his best students, gone for a century, and then coming back, not having aged at all?

I can imagine he'd have a few doubts if it was really me. Chiron was always the skeptical one. Dread overcame me as I thought of everyone that wouldn't be around anymore. I pushed the thought away and urged the Pegasus to fly a little faster.

The Hill-side was exactly how I remembered it. Tall grass and too steep for my taste. Except for the tree. A huge tree stood at the top, with what I recognized as the Golden Fleece hanging on one of its branches. Around the tree was a large dragon.

"Camp's certainly upgraded their defenses," I muttered and trudged up the hill.

The sun was already setting as I reached the top. My heart leaped as I saw the Big House and the strawberry field. I saw the cabins, much more were added, there were about twenty now. The amphitheater. Everything brought back a string of memories. There were small changes, though. Everything was slightly updated, it looked newer. I felt immensely old.

There were campers in the pavilion, eating. I had that nervous feeling again. I didn't see Chiron though. Only Mr. D. I grabbed my courage and walked to the pavilion, where several campers looked up and hushed when they saw me.

I walked up to Mr. D, who stared at me in awe. "You? I thought you..."

"Thought I was dead?" I finished, smiling. Everyone heard, I'm sure. "You're not going to get rid of me that easily, Mr. D. It takes a lot more than a silly quest to finish me off."

"It's been a hundred years! What happened?" He asked.

I frowned, glancing at the campers were listening. "I don't think this is the best place to discuss this. Where's Chiron? I need to speak with him."

His annoying self slid back into place and he gestured to the Big House, grunting.

I hurriedly made my way to the Big House. I walked straight in, knocking as I opened the door. I stepped inside the living room as saw Chiron and his stallion behind. With him was a tall boy. The boy had shaggy black hair, pale skin, and wore a black shirt and black pants. He looked lean and muscular, although not too muscular. A ring glinted in the light on his finger. It was the shape of a skull.

The light was on; it was a matter of time before they spotted me, so I knocked on the wall. They stopped talking, they seemed to be arguing, and turned to me. Chiron looked surprised, the boy, on the other hand, seemed annoyed I had interrupted his conversation.

"Ivy? Ivy Elise? Is that you?" He asked.

I grinned and leaned the wall, "The one and only, Chiron. I thought you forgot about me."

I walked up to him and gave him a hug. I've known Chiron since I was a child; he was like a father to me. "What happened? It's been how long…"

"I suppose it's been around a century," I told him.

He looked at me in awe. "You're still young!" He exclaimed.

I chuckled, "I wouldn't consider myself young, Chiron. I am still sixteen. Well, now that I think about it, I'm a hundred and sixteen now."

He started at me. I noticed he grew a beard, making him look much older. "Child… What happened? You went on a quest to the Underworld… You disappeared," he looked sad.

The boy, the black-haired boy, stiffened when he said the Underworld. I glanced at him; he was staring at the two of us intensively, with his arms crossed. "I came across someone. My father," I muttered.

Chiron's eyes got even bigger. "Zeus?" He said. The sky rumbled.

I nodded, "There was… something after me. Zeus couldn't stop it. He wanted me to stay safe… so he put me in a hotel. I trained there, of course, with a minor god. I don't know his name, but he came to me earlier today, saying it was safe to leave. I suppose the monster or whatever it was, was killed. I came here."

Chiron nodded. "For a hundred years? You've missed a lot."

I laughed, "I know, but I've been up to date. Not with the style of course, they supplied me with these weird pants. It's fairly uncomfortable."

"Jeans," the boy, who was still in the room, said.

"Excuse me?"

"Those pants, they're called jeans," he said, sliding his hands into his pockets.

"Noted," I replied, and then turned back to Chiron. "I suppose everyone who was here…?"

Chiron had a pained look on his face. "I'm sorry, my dear. You've been gone a long time…"

I nodded, holding in the tears that were threatening to come out. I knew they wouldn't have been here, but I had the slightest hope. "Thomas… What happened to him?"

Chiron looked down. "He was… killed. By one of the Kindly Ones. After you didn't come back from your quest, he went searching for you, with Sarah. She came back alone."

I rubbed my eyes, not wanting to cry in front of Chiron and the boy. Thomas was… my boyfriend. Sort of. The fact that he died looking for me while I dined in a high-class hotel hit me pretty hard. "Okay. Thank you, Chiron. If you don't mind, I would like to get a bit of sleep."

He nodded and I stood, and made my way out the door. "Ivy. It is great seeing you're alive. Don't be too keen on the past, please. It's never any good," Chiron called out.

I nodded and slipped outside. Dinner was over. Everyone was bustling around, going to their cabins. I ignored the stares and whispers and went into the Zeus cabin, which I'm sure let out several new whispers and rumors.

Of course, once I fell asleep, Zeus had to invade my dreams

. It was never a pleasant night in the Zeus cabin. I was in the clouds. Literally, I was in the sky standing on some clouds. Although, if I stood still for too long, I would start sinking.

"Hello, Ivy," My father said, appearing with a crack of lightning.

"Zeus," I greeted. Before he said anything, I spoke, "What am I supposed to do here in this time? I mean, I have no one. I don't know anyone. My mom is… well, you know. What am I supposed to do with my life?"

He was dressed in casual clothing; his hair and beard were neatly brushed. He looked like a business man trying to enjoy his vacation. "Ivy, please know this was for your own good. I wanted to take you away from everything; I didn't want you to get harmed."

"Father, if you hadn't noticed by now, I can take care of myself. I also don't need that jerk of god popping on me every second," I muttered the last part.

Zeus' laugh was like thunder. "Ivy, the god of protection, you mean? The son of Hephaestus and Demeter. He's received personal orders from me to protect you."

"He's a twit," I muttered.

"He's not all that bad. Ivy, on a more serious matter, there's a reason you're at Camp Half-blood now. There danger ahead, unfortunately, I can't tell you the details. Be safe, Ivy."

"Dad!" I yelled out. He froze, I've never actually called him 'dad' before. "My… friends. Sarah. Thomas. Why didn't you tell them I was safe? Why did you let them go on that quest to find me?"

He looked at me, his eyes sad. "Not everyone can be saved. You know I can't interfere directly," He replied. Before I could say anything else, I went flying through the clouds and hurling towards the ground.

I gasped and leaned up on my bed. I shivered slightly and held my head. I really hate dreams. I ran my fingers through my hair and took a deep breath. I glanced out the window, the sun was out. I felt like I only slept for five minutes. I sighed and took a quick shower. After changing into my clothes from yesterday, I went outside, where campers were walking around. It seems I missed breakfast.

I started to the pavilion; I figured I'd see if there was any food left. As I walked, a shadow loomed next to me and formed into a person, who kept step with me. It was the boy from yesterday, with the shaggy hair and pale skin.

He glanced at me; I was surprised how dark his eyes were. "Ivy, right?" He said, his voice not too deep, but not so childish. Pretty emotionless, too.

"Yes. Who are you?" I asked, putting my hair up.

"Nico diAngelo. Son of Hades," He said. Immediately I put up several walls. Hades sent the furies after Thomas. I knew I shouldn't take it personally, but I couldn't help it. After I didn't respond, Nico did, "Daughter of Zeus, right?"

I nodded, "Yes. Why?"

"Is that all you say? 'Yes'?" I glared at him, "Sorry… It was just… I heard Chiron talking to you last night, and-"

"It's rude to eavesdrop," I told him.

He stopped walking, glanced at me, and then continued again, "And," He continued, "I couldn't help, but notice you were trapped in a hotel, one that you didn't age in. Sort of like I was, over seventy years ago."

I raised an eyebrow, "You mean to tell me, you're over seventy years old?"

He looked at me again, amused, "You're very infuriating," He commented.

"You don't see me pointing out your flaws," I replied calmly.

He gave me that wild look again, like I was being extremely ridiculous. "You shouldn't talk, you're over a hundred."

I stopped and put my hands on my hips. "Does this conversation have a point?" I asked.

He twirled his skull ring around his finger. I noticed the black sword he had at his side. I drew my eyes to my silver bracelet. I looked back up and noticed he was studying me, as if I figuring out how to take him down in a fight, and he was trying to defend himself.

My ADHD mind got sidetracked. I noticed his bangs stopped right above his eye, hiding his eyebrows. I wondered if his eyes ever itch. I also noticed his black shirt clung to him, giving the basic outline of just how fit he really was.

My eyes drifted back to his face, and I realized he was watching me with extreme interest, a smile on his lips as if he was sharing a joke. I hope my face didn't turn red as I started walking again.

"As I was saying, you remember everything that happened while you were… gone, right?" He asked, trailing after me.

I reached the pavilion. Unfortunately, there was no food. I turned to Nico. "I do remember," I replied, careful not to use the word yes again.

He seemed troubled, "That's… odd. Because I was in the same position as you, and I don't remember a thing."

I sighed, "Nico, I'm sorry, but I can't help you. There is one thing, though. My father hid me away in a hotel for years. Your father did the same. We're both back for a reason. We were needed at this time. My father predicted something was coming, I don't know what, and it's something big."

He looked pained, "There was the war, though! Kronos! I did something! I played my part, what else is there?" He sounded angry, and glanced up at the sky as if it was the gods' fault.

He took a deep breath and turned around. "Nico, you don't have to do this… It was just a suggestion," I said.

He turned to look at me, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Oh, I'm in. I'm all in."