A/N: Not my best, but I tried. So no flames, those are for Leo.

"Dear Diary,

I am done. Done with tragedy, done with heartbreak. But I am the Reyna. Daughter of Bellona. Praetor of the Twelfth Legion. Unshakable. Out-of-reach. Emotionless. If only they knew. I am almost ready to give up and join the hunters, but one thing stopped me. The abandoned little boy, forced to grow up by tragedies and broken promises. The only one who truly understands what I've been through. The boy who lost so much and smiled so little.

Outside, I am the Spanish Queen, but inside I am a broken girl with a broken heart, destined to be lonely forever. I, essentially, have the curse of Calypso. Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano, the girl who fell for many and was loved by none. For there is a third boy. The first was Jason Grace, son of Jupiter, the boy that disappeared and returned months later with a girl on his arm. Then there was Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, the boy with which I never had a chance to begin with. Then lastly there is the boy who dried my tears, the boy who shed some of his own when he trusted me with his story. The one who I deserve least. For he is Nico di Angelo, son of Hades, the Ghost King.

He has potential to become the sole most powerful demigod in history. Above Hercules, Theseus, Odysseus and all the others, namely Percy Jackson, and far, far above little old me. I am not being humble. I know my limits, and those of others. Nico's only limit is his need of energy. He-"

My diary entry was cut off by a knock on the door. My quite, um, eloquent writing is a bad point for me, if anyone knew I could write like that I would never hear the end of it. Where was I again? Oh yeah, the door. Curse ADHD. I opened it up to find my good friend Hazel outside my door.

"Hey, Hazel," I said in a resigned tone.

"Hi Rey, what's got you down?" she asked, never one to miss something. It's annoying if you want to keep secret.

"Nothing, I'm just tired."

"Mhm. At 2:30 pm? Something's up, Reyna. Spill. Or I publish your diary."

"You wouldn't," I said horrified, making a mad scramble for my diary.

"I would. I'm sure Octavian would love to hear what's in there." I turned as white as a sheet then red as a tomato. "Fine. But you're not going to like it. Or you might," I added, almost an afterthought. "But this never leaves this room until I say, got it? Swear it on the Styx." She swore. I handed her the diary, turned to the entry I had been writing. She read it and was silent for a while. Then she turned to me with tears in her eyes.

"That...that was beautiful. Reyna, I didn't know what you wrote in here. I would never publish it now. That was straight from your heart. I love it." She looked awestruck.

"But...it's about your brother. Shouldn't you be upset?"

"No. Tell him!"

"But what if he doesn't love me back?" I fretted.

Hazel laughed. "Reyna, I'd never seen Nico laugh until he met you. I seriously doubt that he'd not feel the same way." I mulled this over for a while, thinking of the times that Nico and I were together. His face would light up when he noticed me, and the slouch in his shoulders less pronounced. "But Hazel, I...I...I just don't know how to tell him. How do you tell Nico di Angelo, Hero of Olympus that you love him?"

"I don't know, Reyna, I just don't know."

Third person POV

Little did Reyna know that Nico had heard the whole exchange. And was currently working on a good way to ask her out.