First Fanfiction

Hey guys! So this is the very first fanfiction that I have ever written, and it is a Nico di Angelo (HoO) x OC, so thank you for reading and don't forget to review!

Nico: "You're taking your sweet time doing this introduction, just hurry up and get to the story."

Me: "Awwww, c'mon Nico, can't I say hello to all my faithful readers?"

Selene: "You have none."

Me: ToT

Selene: "Anyways, xxiceandflamexx does not own the Heroes of Olympus characters except her Ocs, nor does she own the song "My songs know what you did in the dark" by FOB."

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15-year-old Selene K. Fairweather walked into her room and glanced at the alarm clock beside her bed. Sighing, she shut the door behind her and quickly changed into a tank top and pajama shorts. She was tired after a long day of school,( she absolutely hated school, especially algebra II and precalculus), and wanted nothing more than her book, some FOB tunes on her phone and some of her mother's famous hot chocolate.

Emphasis on nothing more. Especially of anything out of the ordinary.

Tying her long black hair into a messy bun and reaching for the steaming cup of goodness she had brought from the kitchen, she scrolled through her playlist. Picking a random song, she flopped down onto her window seat, she took her bookmark out of her book and began to read.

Her eyes didn't leave the book for a minute, for hours, which was surprising, considering the fact she was ADHD and had severe dyslexia. She paused only a couple of times to sip her now 'cold' chocolate. As time passed, it began to rain heavily at around 11:30. Selene loved the sound of rain pattering at her window and the thunder rumbling in the distance. It always reminded her of her father and his strange words of when he talked to her. She could almost see him now….

"Aren't storms wonderful Kitty?"

A younger 7-year-old version of herself would scrunch up her nose.

"But Daddy, storms are scary and dangerous! And the wind is so loud…."

Her father would laugh heartily at her comments, and bring her closer, tickling her with his salt-and-pepper beard.

"Kitty, when a storm blows in, lightning flashes, winds howl, and rain pours down. But, storms not only brings storms to those who defy it but a new life to those who accept it. Storms of this world are like the gods. Gods always have their reasons, like storms do. You remember that Kit."

Selene never really quite understood what her father meant that day. Gods weren't real. They were just another name for the forces of nature that actually existed. Her life was quiet, and although it wasn't the greatest, she made the best of it. Gods belonged in the books she read and the fanfictions she wrote. Although, ever since she was a little girl and read her first Percy Jackson book, she had always wished she could be part of the mythological world and run away from all her troubles. But ever since 6th grade, she had set aside that dream. It didn't exist. Her satyr never came. Monsters didn't chase after her, except if you wanted to count the girls that bullied her in elementary. But even when she gave up her fancies of flying on a pegasus, or tasting nectar, her greatest comfort during her little hardships was her Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus books. They calmed and relaxed her when times got rough, taking her to worlds that never would exist, replacing the friends she never had. The current book she was reading was the Mark of Athena, which she had read at least 20 times, but she never got bored of it. Recognizing herself within those pages, she read and read and reread again the adventures of her beloved heroes Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Leo, Frank, Hazel, Reyna, and Nico. Especially Nico….

She read far into the night, resisting the urge to go to sleep. But after a while, with the rain soothing her, she passed out, her hands still grasping the page where Percy and Annabeth fell into Tartarus. Her favorite song, "Light em' up" played an ominous warning in the background…

"Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark,

can't be sure when they hit their mark, mark…."

….

Selene's dreams were usually nightmares, murky and undefined, but definitely nightmares. Her dreams didn't tell the future, nor did they show the past, although she would've liked them to. Tests didn't do themselves, and she hated studying. As a little girl, nightmares never really did scare her, and they didn't scare her now. But the dream she experienced at that moment was so clear and well defined, it certainly set her heart beating like a drum. She was standing in the middle of a large building, which she assumed to be a temple. Columns spread around a giant, stained glass domed roof and mosaics of prophecies in Latin sparkled on the marble floor. In the middle of the temple, a 15-foot tall gold statue stood frowning down at her, almost as if trying to zap her with his stare. It was a man in a purple toga and a lightning bolt in his tightly clamped fist. His face, bearded, mysterious, and obviously in a bad mood, was the amazing majestic face of….. her father? Cliche Star Wars reference, but it was definitely him.

"This can't be right, its impossible..." Selene muttered to herself, backing away from the statue as she tried to find an exit, which she did not.

Then the statue opened its mouth and spoke to her in the deep voice she knew….

"Lightning's child among the unknown

will seal where monsters do not roam.

Darkness meets storm, define the fate,

to leave a world, and shut a gate."

A flash of light filled the room and the last thing Selene knew was falling into a dark void.

….

Selene woke up to the sound of loud banging at her window, so of course, in surprise, she banged her head against the low roof of her window seat. Grumbling to herself, she took a look at her phone. It read 4:30 a.m. Then she heard it again, the weird banging sound against the wet glass. Looking out the window, she stifled a scream as she found a pair of large brown eyes staring at her expectantly. With shaking fingers, she undid the latch and opened the window. A boy tumbled in and locked the latch into place, as it was still raining heavily. She didn't know what the heck was she doing, letting in a stray kid from off the street in her room at 4:30 a.m, still in her pajamas, but a gut instinct told her that she had no reason to fear this specific teenager, as he had no intention of harming her. Even so, she jumped away from him as he sat beside her on her window seat and grabbed the nearest thing she could find, her fencing rapier, and took a what she hoped looked intimidating stance. Although how would a young teenage girl with a short figure, messy hair and a pretty much useless sword would look intimidating, she would never know. She did have a couple years of fencing, Krav Maga and Judo under her belt, but still. Her eyes narrowed as she studied him warily.

He looked the same age that she was, maybe older. His face, blanketed with sopping black shaggy hair, was lean and pale, with a strong jaw. Deep brown eyes stared intensely at her with black bags under them, which would have been warm if not so serious or tired. His clothes consisted of a dark brown aviator's jacket, a black skull shirt, black jeans with a chain at his hip and black converse. As his shirt was wet, they stuck to his body, showing the well-toned muscles in his thin frame. If he were dry, he would've looked… intimidatingly hot? She shook her head, dispersing these new and strange thoughts as she turned to face him again.

"Who are you and why are you in my house this early in the morning?"

His eyes examined her with interest, making her want to fidget, but she held her head high and looked back at him. He took in her battle stance, the rapier in her hand and the fierce expression on her face. Nodding to himself as he came to a conclusion, he stood up, sloshing water across the floor.

" To answer that, you let me in, and my name is Nico di Angelo."

He noticed an expression of panic and surprise flash across her face. She knew whom he was, how, he had no idea. The emotion was quickly erased from her face, leaving him to wonder.

"Is that, like a code name for the gang you're in? Oh. I'm SO scared. Well, if you came to my house for some funny business, I swear I'll-"

He unsheathed his sword from its scabbard. The black leather grip fit perfectly in his thin hand, and the wicked three-foot blade of stygian iron glinted eerily in the dark room. Shadows around him became agitated. They danced and swirled about him, making him look even more menacing. Looking at her, she stepped back, shock returning to her face.

"My name is Nico di Angelo and-"

He collapsed, unfortunately, on top of her.

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Was that okay for my first try? Remember, if you have any review about this story, write them down below.

Nico: "She wishes for at least ten reviews before she starts her next draft, but honestly, that's far-fetched for a newb like her."

Me: ToT

Selene: "She does do suggestions for fandoms she knows about, so if you have any, write them down in the reviews below."

Nico, Selene and Me: "Bye peeps!"