A/N: Hey guys, WINter here. Just wanted to say that I don't own the song the guy in the prologue sings, Uggs, converses, Percy Jackson and I'm probably missing stuff. Also the characters Damaris, Astaria, and Eros I don't own. The credit for them goes to my awesome best friend .Pie, you should really check her out. Oh, just FYI the story starts in June after the last PJ book and before the HoO books start. Well enjoy :)

Prologue:

"Come on, we need to get out of here," Damaris yelled as we ran towards the exit of the cave. While running I tripped over something. Normally I would ignore it and keep running, but I was compelled to look down. I found that what I had tripped over was severed arm, but more disturbing was the giant pile of dead bodies lying directly to my left. I wanted to look away and keep running, oh how I wish it could have been that easy, but something caught my eye. In the sea of blonde and brown hair, there was something that stuck out, something that shouldn't have been there.

I couldn't help but scream out the word "No!" as I saw her laying there. I ran to her cold, lifeless body, not caring that I was running knee deep in dead bodies. When I reached her I picked up her body and tried to clean some of the blood off of her beaten, swollen face. "No, no you can't be dead, damn it, you can't die mad at me," I muttered as I stared into her gray lifeless eyes. "I never got to apologize, I never got to tell you how much I love you," I kept muttering to her body as if she could hear me. "I'll never get to kiss you good night again, we'll never again sit by the lake as I sing to you, you'll never get to kick my ass again-"

No, no she couldn't be dead, she wasn't. "You're not dead," I muttered, "they just knocked you out cold thats all, you'll wake up soon and then I can take you back to camp," I nearly smiled at what I was saying. "Yes, we'll get back to camp, we'll go down to the lake, I'll play the guitar and you can sing, 'member when we use to do that? I do, I loved it." I looked down from her face to her neck which was also covered in blood. "How did you get these cuts? Wel,l it doesn't matter, you've gotten worst ones before," I let out a small laugh, so just in case she woke up, she would know everything is okay. "They'll heal up quick enough, then we can go down to the lake and wrestle like we use to do, and I'll let you throw me in the lake, then I'll pull you in and we'll laugh and laugh and laugh. Do you remember when we would sit and just laugh, not really about anything, we were just happy? I do, I loved every second of it."

I was using the sleeve of my jacket to clean some of the blood off of her neck, when I realized that she wasn't wearing my necklace. "Oh baby you lost your necklace, it's no problem though, I got Stella to make you another one. See?" I reached in my pocket and pulled out a necklace with an arrow charm on it, identical to the one I gave her a couple months ago. I snapped it around her neck and leaned back a little bit to admire it. "See I told you, you'll be safe as long as your wearing this, I bet if you were wearing it today you wouldn't have gotten beaten so badly. No problem, though, you'll just have a few new scars thats all. Like you say scars tell stories, and what a crazy story this will be to tell." I smiled at the thought of trying to explain everything to everyone. "But we don't have to tell anyone, if you don't want to."

The two of us just sat there for a moment. "Baby, please wake up, your scaring me, please, I gotta-I gotta ask you a question. I know I have asked you already and you said no and whats been going on between us lately, but I just want you to think about it, thats all. I really do want you to marry me, and I know you think we're to young, but you say every day that we're half-bloods and that means we don't know what day is our last, so why won't you marry me, just incase today is our last day?" She just laid there in my arms, silent.

"I even got Stella to make you a ring, see?" I pulled out a silver ring with a blue gem in the center. "I know you don't really have a favorite color, but blue's nice isn't it?" She didn't respond, all she did was lay in my arms. I sighed and placed the ring on her left ring finger. "Just think about," I asked her and then we sat together in pure silence. "At least you're not mad at me anymore, are you?" Again she staid silent, "Baby, please don't do this to me, I know I was an ass, I just want you back. I'm not the same without you, and I hate seeing you hurting because of me, you know I didn't mean to hurt you, you know that right?" No response.

That poor soul I heard someone say, but as I whipped my head around I realized that there was no one there to say it. Has no one told him, she isn't breathing? I heard the same voice again, and as I heard it for a second time I realized the voice sounded familiar. Like someone I used to know, but have forgotten about.

"She's breathing, she is, I can hear her breath," I yelled so the voice would hear me, where ever it was.

Are you sure? The voice asked. Or are you just telling yourself that?

"I'm sure, I can hear her breath, slowly inhaling and exhaling, and you can too, your just messing with my head."

Am I? The voice asked then took a long pause. It is so much easier to be comforted by a lie than it is to hurt by the truth isn't it? Another long pause. Insanity is very a wonderful place isn't it? Oh wait, I forgot you already knew that, since you decided to stay there.

"I'm not insane!" I persisted,"I can't be insane."

Then open you eyes if your not insane! The voice yelled, making my ears ring. A sane person wouldn't just stand there and smile and think if they don't believe it to be true, its not. If your telling me your not insane, then look at the world around you, look at her, wake up and realize she's not here any more...she left both of us a while ago.

Then it hit me, the voice I was hearing was my own, only it sounded different. I couldn't quite put my finger on how it seemed different, it seemed much calmer than my own, but at the same time much angrier. "But she's not, she's still here, in my arms, ready to be taken home." Insane or not, I wasn't ready to leave her.

For a few moments their was pure silence and then I heard the Cyclopes coming down the hall again. "We need to get out of here," I told her knowing if we stayed we both would get killed. But she wouldn't move, even when I tried to help her up she just lied there. "Baby we have to go..." but again she staid motionless, "Baby, do you even want to leave?" I waited for a moment but her silence answered the question for her. We weren't leaving. "Alright, but just incase we don't make it out, I want to be able to say I sang one last time to you." I wrapped my arms tightly around her using one of my hands to stroke her hair as I began to sing:

Goodnight, sleep tight, no more tears

In the morning, I'll be here

And when we say goodnight, dry your eyes

Because we said goodnight, and not goodbye

We said goodnight, and not goodbye

As I sang the last note my voiced trembled. I kept stroking my fingers through her hair, but as my chin rested on her shoulder looking at all the chaos that was happing around us, I could feel hot tears streaming down my face. I didn't want to lose her and every second she staid silent I died a little bit.

Chapter 1:

"Libby, hurry your little ass up!" Damaris shouted at me as I was frantically looking through my trunk, that was at the base of my bunk.

"One second!" I yelled back at her. "I can't find my dagger, do you know where it is?" I asked her as went through everything I had for about the seventh time.

"Did you leave it at the lake?" she asked, a tad bit annoyed at me, as she walked out of our lovely cabin number six. I looked at her with my eyebrow raised high. "Remember" she said, "you went to the lake after dinner last night." Right as she said it I remembered planning on going to the arena after dinner, but I decided to stay by the lake instead. I let out a large sigh to show that I recognized my own stupidity. "Go get it then meet me in the arena in fifteen minutes tops. Got it?" I rolled my eyes and nodded. "Good." Then she left towards the sword arena for practice.

Damaris always felt strongly about that practice makes perfect, which in her case it did. The only thing she did besides eating, sleeping, and occasionally talking to her best friend, aka me, was practice. She definitely was the camp's best fighter. Even if she was only fourteen, she could still whip anyones ass any day. The second, of course, being me but I probably wouldn't be as good if I wasn't always practicing with Damaris.

As I arrived at the lake, the first thing I saw was my dagger. Next thing was the guy who had one hand clinched around it and the other wrapped around the neck of a guitar. I really didn't know how else to get it back so I went up and kicked him.

He jumped back startled then turned and looked at me with eyes so blue, if they were anymore so they would be inhuman. "Listen that's my dagger," I said pointing at it, still clutched in his hand. "and if you don't give it back it three seconds I push you in the lake and smash your guitar, kay?"

All he did was laugh at what I said, "I like to see you try," he remarked still laughing. I did a quick shrug and within a matter of seconds kicked him again sending him flying into the lake, snatched his guitar in the process. I raised his guitar over my head about to let it come down and be smashed into a billion pieces when he said, "Fine you win, here" He threw my dagger at my feet as he got out of the lake. I set his guitar down, picked my dagger up and started walk away. "hey wait up!" he yelled as he started running towards me. Gods, what could he want?

"What?" I snapped at him.

"Well you know I just wanted to, you know, say hey," he said trying to be charming but I wasn't falling for it.

I turned to face him and held my dagger up to his neck. "You know if you wanted to flirt with me, you should have done before you gave me my dagger back."

He shrugged and did a little laugh before saying, "Well, you did only give me three seconds."

I sighed, rolling my eyes at him and pulled my dagger away from his throat and started towards the arena. "Hey blueberry, I wasn't done talking to you," he said as he started towards me again.

Does he know when to give up? I whipped my head around and asked, "Blueberry?"

"Well yea, blueberry," he explained, "you know 'cause your hair is the color of blueberries and you've been to rude to tell me your name, so its blueberry."

"First, have you ever actually seen a blueberry? Give you a spoiler alert, Hun, they're not blue, they're purple," And I'm pretty sure I dyed my hair blue not purple. "And second, you never told me you name, so why the hell would I tell you mine?" I asked him.

"Hi I'm Marcus." He said extending his hand, while I just stood there scowling at him for a couple seconds, "Psss If you didn't know this is the part you tell me your name, and we shake hands and all that crap" he whispered.

I rolled my eyes and once again started towards the arena, "Libby" I shouted as I walked away from him.

Once again he caught up with me and said, "Livvy thats cute, is it, like, short for Olivia or something?"

A seconds later he was flat on his back and I was on top of him with dagger ready. "My name isn't 'Livvy' it's Libby L-I-B-B-Y," I said pulling my dagger closer to his throat, "And if you ever call me that, or anything else again, I will kill you, got it?"

"Wow, anger management problems much?" he said with a bit of laughter in his voice. I can't believe this guy, is he always this annoying?

I sighed, stood up and for what I hoped was the last time, started walking towards the arena. "Hey wait up," Marcus yelled as scrambled to his feet and came after me, once again. Does he not know when to stop? "Listen I'm sorry if I was being annoying... So, I was wondering if you wanted hang out-"

"Stop right there," I cut him off, "your not sorry for annoying me 'cause if you were you wouldn't be standing here right now, pissing me off. And I would never 'hang out' with you, and here's why: I'm not easy to get along with, and I'm sensing your a bit of a bitch-"

"Fine so you aren't going to just hang out, why not instead, you go out on a date with me tonight ?" He said, smiling charmingly.

All I could do was scoff at him, "You think I'll go on date with YOU? Give me one reason I should even considered going on a date with you." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"How 'bout this," he said, "you go out with me and I'll stop annoying you?"

"Or I could kill you then you would stop annoying me," I hissed at him.

"You could do that," he admitted, "but that would only make one of us happy, if we went with my option, both of would be happy." I actually stood there and contemplated the options. Finally I let a small sigh, followed by an even smaller nod. "Good, but I am tweaking one part of our agreement," he said. I raised my eyebrow, about to say something, when he stopped me. "It's nothing big, it just at then end of the date I will let you decided if you want me to stop annoying you or not," he said flashing another one of his charming smiles.

"Ha, I'll just save you the anticipation; I will tell you to leave me alone," I told him with a sarcastic laugh.

"Only time will tell," he said smugly, "meet me by the lake after dinner, okay?"

"Whatever," I said rolling my eyes. "Just try to be less, wet when you come," I said looking at his sandy blonde hair and his orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt that were still dripping wet from when I had pushed him in the lake. I then started walking away in the direction of the arena.

"See ya later Olibia," he shouted with a laugh as started back towards the lake

As I walked into the arena I saw Damaris standing there, her hand on her hip. "Your late," she said.

"I know, I know, I know, but I got my dagger back and thats all that matters," I said, quickly moving towards one the practicing dummies. I wasn't really in the mood to explain the rest of the story to her.

"It took you 25 minutes to get your dagger, either you're lying or you've gotten weak Mad Libs," she said, calling me by the nickname she had given me when we were five, "Why not you tell me what actually happened?" She moved to the dummy next to mine.

"Its nothing," I said while slashing the dummy's chest.

"Its-" She started as she hacked the dummy with her sword, "not-" she stabbed, "nothing I know-" she slashed, "you better than-" she chopped, "that."

"He's nobody," I said as I chopped the head off the dummy.

Damaris came to a dead stop, "He?" she asked, her eyebrow raised high.

Damn it, Libby "Uh, yea, he..." I said, wanting to play it cool but majorly failing at it.

"Well, does this mysterious, 'he,' have a name" she asked, her hand on her hip.

"No..." I muttered underneath my breath. I looked over to her. She had a look on her face saying, 'I'm waiting, idiot.' I sighed, "Marcus," I mumbled.

"Huh," she said sounding bored, "pull your sword out, Mad Libs," I turned to her with my eyebrow raised. I did occasionally fight with a sword, but I wasn't very good with it. Too heavy and not enough sneak attack methods with it. "Just do it," I sighed, sheathed my dagger and reached into my pocket and pulled out an old Greek coin. With in a few seconds, the coin had changed into my double bladed sword.

Damaris gave a quick nod then start running towards. She slashed her sword at me. I quickly and easily stopped it with one blade, while slashing the other one towards her. She deflected my slash with ease and grace. We continued with our battle for about another 15 minutes. "Tie?" I suggested knowing that if we didn't stop now, we would be battling all night.

"How 'bout this: we call it a tie and you tell me what ever you're hiding or we can say I won," she said.

"Fine, you win," I muttered while putting away my sword.

"Damn it, Libby, tell me what happened," She shouted at me.

"Fine, he asked me out, alright, that piece of shit asked me out!" I screamed at her. Calm down Libby, she wasn't trying to piss you off, she was just curious. "Are you happy now?" I asked calmly.

"He asked you out?" she asked stunned. "Like a guy asked you, Libby Anderson, out? Did you said yes?"

I sighed, "Yea, I said yes," Damaris' jaw dropped like they did in old cartoons.

"Do you, like, like him or something," she asked.

"Hell no! He said if I went on the date with him, he would stop annoying me, and trust me, I much rather spend an hour of annoyance with him tonight than have a whole summer filled with annoyance,"

We just stood there for a second, in pure silence. Then Damaris asked something that I thought she wouldn't ask in a million years. "Are you going to wear that?"

I could nearly feel my jaw drop. "What, I mean yea, I didn't really thinking about it but I guess, why do you care again?" I said, completely confused out of my mind.

"No reason, I just thought if you're going on a date, a blood stained T-shirt probably isn't your best option."

I was still staring at her like an idiot when I asked, "Since when did you become a daughter of Aphrodite, Damaris?"

"Listen, all I'm saying is your going on this date. It doesn't matter if you like this kid or not, you're not going, looking like you just got really pissed off at a bottle of ketchup. And as your best friend, I'm here to make sure you don't. Alright?"

"Fine, whatever," I said, still confused at why she cared at all. "What should I wear then,"

"Just wear the hoody your dad sent you," She said. I could feel my frown turn into a scowl. "Not because your dad bought it, just 'cause-"

I held up my hand to shut her up. "Fine, I'll wear it, as long as you stop acting so weird,"

"Trust me this is weirding me out just as much," She said.

"Good," I said, "Well we better go get ready for dinner." She nodded and we both walked out of the arena, heading towards the Athena cabin.

Dinner consisted of Damaris asking me questions about him, me pointing Marcus out to Damaris, and Damaris instantly not liking him. "I don't know, he seems like an asshole to me," she remarked once. "I think he's the guy who flirts with, like, every girl," she said another time. "Are you sure? We could just kill him," she suggested a different time.

After dinner, we went back to the cabin. I crouched on the ground and looked under the bunks to find a large Fed-Ex box. I opened it, to see everything that my dad had sent me in the last year. Two pairs of Ugg boots, useless. A CD from some band I never heard of, pointless. Four skirts, unneeded. A family photo from when I was five, not wanted. A hand written letter from him, unread. Finally I reached a white hoody with horizontal black stripes design on it and three black buttons coming down from the neck line. I sighed as I pulled it out of the box. I pulled off my orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt and pulled the hoody over my head. I stood up and looked down to see how I looked. The hoody had no bagginess to it, it fit me perfectly. Well, you did it again, dad. I thought. Creepily you knew exactly what my size was.

I pulled out my hand mirror, that was so under used it had a thick layer of dust collecting on it. I looked at my mess of blue curls that went down pass my elbow. I sighed and pulled out a hair band, and tied my hair back. The same few piece of hair that were never quite long enough to be tied back, fell in front of my eyes. I huffed as I tried to push them behind my ears, but of course they didn't stay.

Lastly I kicked off my muddy combat boot and slipped on an old pair of plain black high top converses. "I'll be back in like an hour," I said to Damaris as I started out of the cabin.

"Kay, have fun," she said, "but not to much fun, I don't want to hear about any little Libby Juniors got it?" I shot her an 'okay' sign with my fingers before I walked out of the cabin.

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