So, I'd like to take a moment to mention that all right go to Rick Riordan, and that I just own the OC's. (Also, this Nico Di Angelo is not the same from the original in PJO and HOO.) This will be a multiple chapter story as well.

It was cold. It was summer. What?

I stepped out the door from Cabin 13 and a cold gust of wind hit my face and sent shivers down my spine. Other campers seemed to

be having the same feeling. I forced myself to keep walking. I passed Lyla, a daughter of Demeter, who had, what seemed like,

wrapped herself in ivy vines to keep warm. I kept walking over to the pavilion, where Chiron stood, talking to Jack, the Oracle at

Delphi. I walked over to talk to them.

"Hi." I greeted.

"Hello, Nico." Chiron replied.

"He-" Jack stopped eyes started glowing green and green mist started to seep from his mouth.

Uh-oh, I thought, this means he has a prophecy.

"Death, the-"

Okay, maybe I should back up and explain everything. Where do I start?

Okay, I got it.

Hi, my name is Nico Di Angelo, I'm a demigod. I live at a demigod summer camp called Camp Half-Blood, where people like me are

safe. Safe from what, you ask? Monsters. Safe from monsters. Now these aren't the kinds of monsters you were afraid were hiding

under your bed when you were little. No, these are real monsters.

Now, you probably still have a lot of questions and I'll do my best to answer some of them.

I've lived at camp since I was eleven, I am sixteen now. Before I came here, I was constantly on the watch, and had to expect a

monster attack at every turn. Eventually a satyr found me and brought me here, where I've been ever since. My godly parent is

Hades. Yep, that's right, I'm half god. That's what demigod means, half human, half god. Anyways, being a son of Hades I radiate

death and fear. Behind my back I am called Death Boy by the other campers. It's annoying, but I don't really mind, I just wish they'd

say it to my face instead. I'm the only child of Hades at camp, and I don't really have any friends. Why? As I may have already said, I

radiate death and fear, so no one really wants to hang around me much. Except Denny, a son of Hermes, who says he doesn't care.

So, I think I forgot to mention something rather important: the Greek gods are real, the myths, the legends, all of it. The Twelve

Olympians: Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Ares, Demeter, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Hermes, and Dionysus, all live on

Mt. Olympus, which right now is floating above the Empire State Building. Yeah, I sound crazy, but really, it's true. I can't force you to

believe this, but I think that if you listen to all of my story, then you might just believe it too.

Okay, just a final bit of information about me before I continue. My life was pretty chaotic before I came to camp, then it settled down

as I got used to not being attacked by monsters every day, and I went through the daily schedule of a demigod at camp. (Which

mostly included learning how to survive.) But all that changed after the prophecy.