Nico. Isn't he sooooo adorable? Or maybe that's just my weird side taking over me again.

Anyways, I'll do this only once for the whole story, because I knwo you guys don't even read this notes anyway.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Percy Jackson. I only own Cassandra.

Nico

If he was to make a list of the most unusual things that ever happened to him, this would be at the top.

Yes, despite all the things that ever happened to him, this would still be the number one of the weirdest moments of his seventeen years of life. And yet it was just startlingly simple. He was just standing there, staring at a sword pointed towards his chest. His sword, with all its Stygian iron glory, was lying a few feet away. It was typical in the life of a demigod, especially to one who was training in Camp Half-Blood.

But here's the catch. He wasn't in camp, and the person who was holding the weapon wasn't a friend.

"Who are you?" She asked once again. She was around his age. Her eyes, despite its cool violet color, were so fierce he could see the fire in it. He knew that just one wrong move, one wrong answer, may mean the end of his life. Hades, he saw her fight four monsters by herself, and he sure didn't want to be like them.

How he got there, he asked himself again. They were in a clearing in a forest, with the sun near gone from the sky, and the stars coming out. The sword was distracting him, so much that he couldn't even remember why he was there.

"Uhmmm…I was tracking down those monsters," he said, more to himself, as he finally remembered. She raised an eyebrow, making an expression which made him think of Annabeth and Piper. Okay, he admitted to himself, it wasn't the sword that was bothering him. It was her. With her dark wavy hair and fair skin, he thought that if Snow White was alive, it would be her. She was more beautiful than the daughter of Athena and the child of Aphrodite. And he must not say that to either Percy or Jason, if he didn't want to die. That is, if he wasn't to die here.

"I mean, I'm Nico di Angelo. I'm just like you," he replied. Her eyebrow went higher, and in danger of disappearing beneath her bangs. She was quiet for a moment, obviously considering what he said and weighing her choices (should she kill him or not? He hoped with all his heart she'd choose the latter).

Finally, she spoke, "And what do you mean by that?"

"What do you mean? I'm Nico. I was given that name when I was born," he answered. Her glare just got more intense, and she snarled, "I was talking about the 'I'm just like you' part!"

"Oh." He obviously wasn't thinking right anymore. "What I meant is I'm a demigod. Like you."

She looked straight into his eyes, as if trying to see if he was telling the truth or not. This unnerved him, not because she was looking at him like that (hey, if a hot girl was looking at you, you tend to think about the small trivial things about your appearance), but because she never showed a hint of surprise when he said the word 'demigod'. It was either she was a good actress, or she already knew about the existence of demigods. He was partial to the latter part, because he knew nobody's that good an actress.

Her next question surprised him more. With the same expression as before, she asked, "Greek or Roman?"

"How did you-" he started, but with the look she gave him, he decided to just answer, and ask after. "Greek. I'm a son of Hades."

A look of relief spread on her face, but it was only for a second. Her eyes wandered to the black sword on the ground, and then back at him. Still not lowering her weapon, she continued her interrogation. "And what brings you here?"

"Didn't I say, I was chasing those monsters?" he replied, irritation creeping in his tone. He was tired of being interrogated. He wanted to be the one asking, and now he had the chance. "How come you aren't surprised to be a demigod? Why did you look relieved when I said I am a Greek demigod?"

Her back was already facing him when he asked, and she didn't look back as she answered coolly, "I don't think you need to know about that."

That totally struck his nerve. With one fluid motion, he got his sword from the ground, and disarmed her as she once again faced him. Now it was his sword pointed at her chest. "I think I do need to know. Judging from the way you fought those monsters, you've had training. But I don't think I've seen you in either Camp Half-Blood or Camp Jupiter."

"I never went to any camp," she replied, as she glanced at how far her sword was. It lay near his feet. Annoyance replaced the cool look on her face. "I left home and wandered. That's all you need to know."

He didn't try to hide the surprise on his features. But that didn't stop him from talking. He swiftly got her sword, and then lowered his. "If that is the case, then you better come with me. It's dangerous for demigods to be by themselves out here."

"No way," she replied, in a very strong voice it almost made him take a step back. "I can live by myself. Don't ever bother me anymore."

Without even trying to take back her sword, she turned away again and walked a few steps. Then she bent and recovered a backpack, which she slung on her shoulder. She continued walking.

Nico, stunned, was unable to say anything until she was a few meters into the woods. He then regained his senses, ran after her, and called, "Hey! Hey you girl! Wait!"

He skidded to a stop when she turned to him, an angry look across her face. She tried to grab her sword, but he held it high above his head. He surely loved his height now. He continued, not giving her a chance to speak, "Look, you really just can't go around wandering. You need to-"

Then she interrupted him. "How dare you…How dare you call me 'girl'! I am not just any girl, I have a name!"

He stepped back, shocked. So this was why she stopped? He quite liked the fact that he was able to get her attention easily like that, though he knew it might be the last thing he might say. He smirked, and replied, "Well, you did say I don't need to know anything aside from what you've said. How am I to call you if I don't know your name?"

Her face was red by then, but he could tell it wasn't because of embarrassment. "I never meant to tell you my name, anyway, because you don't have the need to call me anymore, since I am not coming with you!"

"Then I'll continue calling you that way, until you give up and come with me! Or better yet, I'll force you to come with me!" He knew it was childish, but he needed time to think on a plan to make her come with him.

"And you think I won't give a fight?" The look of anger changed into a look full of confidence. "I don't think you'd be able to defeat me."

He gritted his teeth. Didn't this girl know that fighting with a son of the Big Three is a no-no? Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind, though he didn't like it. But he had no other choice.

"And you think I'll give you time to fight? Mrs. O'Leary!" He said. His reply got her off tracked. Then she saw the huge hellhound, and her eyes widened in shock. In that moment of surprise he saw his chance. He quickly grabbed her wrist, and before she could say anything, pushed her to sit on the back of Mrs. O'Leary, and said, "Good girl, Mrs. O'Leary. Bring us to Camp Half-Blood now."

This is my first fanfic for this book, so please do review! I greatly need your comments, suggestions, opinions.

Thanks! :)