People Like Us

A "The Dimension Walker" Prequel

Summary: There was more to her past than Bianca thought. Forced by these "Primordials", Hades sends her to a place called Camp Walker. Bianca's introduced to a whole world she never knew existed. She learns that her mother was no mortal, that her heritage was a big deal. The more she learns, the more Bianca is realizing that demigods aren't the only ones protecting the world.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters. PJO rightfully belong to Rick Riordan. I only own OC's, "The Dimension Walker" series, plots, and headcanons. If there are any mistakes and/or errors, I apologize. I tried my best to fix them all.

A/N: This story is set during the "Heroes of Olympus" series.

Enjoy~!

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~Chapter One~

~The Return of Bianca di Angelo~

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Bianca di Angelo found herself watching the Titan War unfolding. Which startled her, since she was supposed to be in the Underworld in Elysium. The Italian girl stood in a dark room and faced a large, glass orb about the size of a small car. She gasped in awe, watching as all the demigods fought off Kronos' forces. She saw Percy, a blonde girl, and Grover facing an older blonde boy and saw the blonde boy stabbing himself. Bianca watched as the demigods won, and the celebration that came. The Italian smiled softly, glad that she had died fighting for the right cause.

Soon, the image in the orb changed. She saw a bus fulled of teens, probably ranging from fifteen or sixteen. Bianca tilted her head, watching in confusion. The teens on the bus were either talking, sleeping, or listening to iPods. The image zoomed in on a blonde boy, a pretty Native American girl, and a Latino boy. The blonde boy said something about not knowing who he was. The Native American girl looked very worried, and Latino started to explain things to him. Bianca pressed her palms against the glass, trying to understand what they were saying. She only caught three names: Jason, Piper, and Leo.

Then, the orb hummed and the surface rippled. A new image appeared before Bianca's eyes.

A girl about fifteen or sixteen stared back at Bianca from the orb's surface. She was lean and was slightly tall, with angelic, Italian features. Her eyes were black like the shadows, and gleamed like obsidian. She had long, silky dark hair that was framed her face in wavy curls. Her skin was olive-toned, with a splash of freckles dotting her nose and cheeks. The girl wore a white, button-up blouse underneath a dark green cardigan, a black skirt that reached down to her knees, white knee-high socks, and dark brown ankle boots. A floppy, green hat rested on her head, and around her neck was a leather cord with a silver charm shaped like angel wings.

When Bianca backed away slightly, the girl copied her movement. Bianca blinked, and the girl did the same. The Italian quickly placed her hands on the orb, staring at her reflection in shock. This wasn't her, it couldn't be. For one, she was pretty sure she was twelve and not fifteen or sixteen. Second, she didn't remember owning any clothing like this, save for the floppy green hat. And third, Bianca died so there was no way she could have grown up.

Unless...did someone bring her back to life? She knew Nico was trying to, but she had told him to move on. Bianca had hoped he would have, but there was this nagging feeling that he hadn't moved on. What if he had? Did that mean she was in a room in their father's palace Bianca shook her head. No, it couldn't be. She had strongly knew that Nico had moved on. If it was Nico, then he would have been with her right now. Someone or something else had brought her back to life. The only question is why.

"Where is she?!" a loud, booming voice yelled, startling Bianca. "Where is my daughter?!"

The orb sooned shimmered, and shrank to the size of a softball. Without thinking, Bianca quickly scooped it up and placed it in the pocket of her cardigan. She paused, looking down at her pocket. Stealing was wrong, Bianca thought. It was very wrong. But, something in the back of her mind told her to do it. Why would she need this orb, Bianca didn't know. Maybe it could be of use later on, or maybe she just wanted to steal something.

The dark room soon lit up, revealing it to be a observation room. She stood in the middle, standing on top of a slightly tall podium. Above her head, the see-through ceiling revealed the starry night sky. On the white walls of the room, there were mosaic murals of gods and monsters. The floor itself was a mosaic mural of the earth. A few feet in front of her, there were towering bronze doors that suddenly burst open.

Hades stormed in, his face full of rage and somewhat relief. The Lord of the Underworld was cursing and muttering under his breath, switching from Greek to Italian. He was followed by a teenage girl, probably seventeen or eighteen. She had a calm, neutral expression. But, by the light in her eyes, Bianca knew she was surpressing the urge to roll her eyes or scoff at Hades' childish behavior.

The teenage girl was slim and lean, built like a runner. She had pale skin that seemed to glow, with strange silver markings on her arms and shoulders. Her long hair was black as the night—with streaks of dark purple—put up in a high ponytail. She had eyes of swirling amethyst, with swirls of ebony. The teen wore a black tank top, dark grey cargo pants, and dark brown combat boots. A silver shield was slung behind her back, and a bronze dagger hung on her side. She reminded Bianca of Zoe Nightshade, a Hunter of Artemtis.

"Hades," the girl warned. "You are a guest in my realm, understand? Do you wish for me to get my brother?"

Hades gave her a look. "You would dare, Chaos."

"Try me," Chaos remarked, dryly. "You two have been avoiding each other like two teenagers after an awkward breakup." She held up her hand. "Do not ask. I've been talking with Aphrodite, lately."

Hades turned away and saw Bianca. The Italian quickly got off the podium and hurried over to her father. She stood in front of her godly parent, trying her best to look confident. Bianca was a nervous and scared wreck inside, but she quickly hid it with her confusion expression.

"Father!" Bianca cried. "Where am I? What's going on? Why aren't I...dead?"

Hades' expression soften. From behind, Chaos placed her hands on her hips. Her eyes glowed faintly, and Bianca felt a chill go up her spine. She turned back Hades, who was staring down at her. A wistful, guitly expression crossed the god's face.

"You look so much like your mother," the god of the Underworld whispered. "You even have the same camp necklace as her."

"Camp necklace?" Bianca asked, putting her hand over the angel wings charm. "Mamma went to camp?"

"A special camp," Hades said. "Maria practically grew up there. She spent her almost all of her summers there as a child, then returned to Italy with her father."

Bianca knitted her brows. "The Italian diplomat?"

He shook his head. "He is much more than a diplomat, Bianca. Your nonno is...was a very respected man." Hades gently grasped her shoulders. "Look, we do not have much time. I know I wasn't there for you and your brother, Bianca. But, I really do care for you and your brother. Right now, you must be sent to a camp. A camp that is not Camp Half-Blood."

"What...about Nico? Is he coming with me?"

"No, Bianca. That damn Oracle said that he cannot learn about his heritage until the time is right. The time is right for you, however."

"Oracle?" Bianca asked. "Father, I don't understand—"

"Bianca, you must trust me." He soon gestured to Chaos. "This is Chaos, goddess of the Void. She shall escort you to this Camp, as well as explain a few things. I must return to the Underworld. But, before I go..."

From the pocket of his pinstrip suit, he pulled out a skull charm bracelet. He placed it around Bianca's wrist, and held her hand.

A faint smile graced his lips. "I know you gave your brother, Nico, a skull ring as your last gift to him. As my gift to you, have this. Not only does it show that you are my child, but it shall bring you good luck." He leaned over and place a kiss on Bianca's forehead. "I must go."

Bianca frowned, shaking her head. "Father!"

Hades left the room hastily, slamming the doors shut behind him. Bianca slumped her shoulders, and fingered the necklace around her neck. Chaos came to her side, wrapping her arm around the dark haired girl's shoudlers.

"I still don't understand," Bianca grumbled.

"You will soon," Chaos said.

"I want to learn now," the dark haired-girl protested.

Chaos led out of the room. All your questions will be answered once you arrive at camp."

Bianca raised a brow. "And this camp is called...?"

Chaos smiled. "Walker, Camp Walker."

The Italian nodded her head, and continued to finger her necklace. Chaos glanced over at her and said, "At this camp, they wear charms that signified their completed summers. There is always a charm in the center that tells of who they are. Your angel wings charm tell others that you are an Angel."

"An Angel?" Bianca asked. "Like...God's messengers?"

Chaos laughed. "Yes, like my brother's messengers."

Bianca looked over at the goddess with a questioning look. She wanted to ask, but quickly disregared it. If this "Camp Walker" was going answer all her questions, then she better keep them in mind.

They walked down a long, winding hallway. Angels and god-like beings passed by them, some bowing their heads at Chaos and others eyeing Bianca warily. Bianca's black eyes wandered, taking in the hallway's appearance. It was an open-air hallway. Towering, Grecian columns held up the white marble roof, looking brand new. White, gauzy curtains hung from the ceiling, and floating colorful orbs floated above their heads. Bianca reached up, and her fingertips grazed one of the orbs. Once she touched it, the orb glowed brightly and burst into rainbow-colored sparkles. The Italian giggled, staring up at the light orbs in wonder.

"Welcome to Paradiso Caelesti," the goddess chimed.

"...'Heavenly Paradise'?" Bianca asked.

"Indeed, for this is a safe haven for all. This is home to us primordial gods, but we also welcome everyone."

Bianca bit her lip. "Like...Greek gods?"

Chaos nodded. "Greek, Roman, Norse, Egyptian, Celtic, and many more." She stopped, and stared out. "My siblings and I created everything. Almost everything is our children, and we care for our children deeply. They are our family, and we must care for them. Family is everything to us, Bianca. Without family or friends...who are we even living for?"

Bianca followed Chaos' gaze. The whole place looked like it was on a cloud. The ground was puffy and white. The large and grand buildings were spread about, floating above the puffy ground. Some buildings were Greek, others were Roman, and a few were even Gothic. It was like someone gathered all the cultures of the world and combined them together to create the architecture of Paradiso Caelesti.

The goddess was glancing below, at a garden. The bright, colorful garden was filled with the most exotic and beautiful plants Bianca has ever seen. On one side of the garden, there were common plants like lavender orchids and blue bells. On the other, there were exotic plants like cherry blossoms, turquoise jade vine, and lotus berthelotii. How Bianca knew what plants they were, she didn't know. All she knew that they were gorgeous.

In the middle of the garden was a large weeping willow tree with a ring of roses. The insides of the roses were silvery white, while the petals were blood red. A boy about fourteen or fifteen sat under the tree, twirling a rose and staring down at it sadly. The boy was lean and slim, built like a runner like Chaos. His skin was pale like Chaos', with strange golden markings on his arms and shoulders. He had shaggy, messy hair black as night with streaks of silvery white. His eyes black as ebony, with swirls of dark purple. The boy wore a silvery white Greek toga and golden gladiator sandals. A golden laurel rested on his head, tilted slightly to the right.

"That's my brother," Chaos said. "Cosmos, god of creation and lord of the cosmos."

"You two look alike," Bianca said. "You're twins, aren't you? Like Artemtis and Apollo?"

Chaos smiled. "Yes. Cosmos and I are very close, and I care deeply for him. I practically raised him when we were new gods and were figuring out our responsibilities." She looked at the god below, then quickly turned back to Bianca. "Come, come. You must get going. Someone is waiting for you, Bianca."

The goddess started walking off again, heading down a darker hallway. Bianca followed after her, wondering who could possibly be waiting for her. The hallway lead to a steel door with a glowing keypad. Chaos walked over to the keypad and pressed a few buttons. The door flashed, and creaked open. Behind the door, was a swirling purple portal that glowed. The portal flashed, and the swirling purple was replaced with a woodsy road. Next to the road, there was a sign that said "WELCOME TO OCEAN VIEW, OREGON" in bold white letters.

Chaos nodded her head towards the portal. "Step through this and it shall take you to where you must go," Chaos told her. "It will feel like you are shadow traveling."

"And this is safe?"

"If you're just a regular mortal; no. If you are a demigod or some other special being; yes."

Bianca looked at the portal and—without a second thought—marched into the portal. Her vision started to blur, and her body became numb. And then, there was a flash of light.

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I hope you like this story! Bianca has always been a favorite of mine, and I was so mad she died. She could have been so amazing, yet Rick had to kill her off so early! So, I come with a fic that goes into my TDW universe.

This is a prequel story. So, if you're interested in my "The Dimension Walker" series, this could be a good place to jump in! If you want to see the first book in the series, it's called "The Dimension Walker: The Pearl of Chaos".

Don't forget to leave a review and I'll see you next time!

~Ari