I'm not goth! I'm emo! Of course no one will believe me. Sad day on my part. But here I am at camp, being teased by the Aphrodite children saying I'm goth.

"I AM NOT GOTH!" I yelled in their face. I'm in black skinny jeans, black Fall out Boy shirt, black converse, and black jewelry.

Someone's behind me, I can sense it. I haven't been claimed yet, but I do have my powers. I see how people die in my dreams (not censored at all!), I can see dead spirits floating around where ever I go, I can sense what people think of me, and I can see someone's entire life story just by looking them in the eye. Let me tell you, when people form an opinion of me, if it's a bad one my skin gets itchy and irritated, when it's good my skin glows. And right now, the boy behind me is forming so-so opinion while the Aphrodite's are forming bad opinions.

"Freaky Gothic chick." Leanne muttered, Child of love goddess. She had said that because I had clutched my head, I also sometimes get headaches if too many people form an opinion of me at the same time.

"JUST STOP making opinions." I said, pointing with my thumb back over my shoulder. "YOU TOO!"

With that I spun on my heel and started sprinting away, due to my outburst they were too shocked to continue with their opinions. The person behind me was Nico Di Angelo. I stopped on the beach and flopped down on the sand. My name's Evermore by the way, and I have long white hair down to the small of my back. I dress in all black but that doesn't mean I'm goth. Because I am officially emo, I cut myself and wish for death.

I remember when Nico first came to camp.

Flashback!

I was busy practicing sword fighting against someone when he was getting taken on the tour of camp. Back then I had been much brighter and happier, I was in a white belly shirt that came up above my belly button (which was pierced and had a Onyx stone ring in). I was also in black short shorts with my hair up all New york style. I know it's strange for an eleven year old to dress like this, but I have never been my age. Ever. Ha! My nickname. Anyway, I've always looked older than I really was, acted older too. I had just gotten my opponents sword out of his hand and tucked under my arm (A/N like Annabeth did to Percy at the end of the movie) and we were now facing off. Little did I know that's when Grover decided to show the sword arena to Nico. He witnessed me getting my opponents sword and start facing off.

"Cool." I heard him whisper.

I spun around to see both Nico and Grover staring at me in shock. I was just in shock so I didn't see my opponent making a break for his sword. He got his sword and slashed at me. Luckily I heard the air whistling with his sword, snapped out of it, and parried his sword away. We continued our fight. I used a Stygian iron sword. Once I had won, I turned back to see them still standing there.

"How do you do that?" Nico asked, looking at my sword.

"Practice, kid." I said, every time I have more experience than someone I call them kid.

"That's a cool sword, can I see it." Nico asked.

(A/N now I know this isn't how he got his sword, but It's a fan fiction so, you've been warned. No flames.)

"Here, you can keep it." I said, flipping the sword around and holding the hilt out for him to take.

"Really?"

"Yeah, as a gift from your dad."

"You know who my dad is?"

"Yes, but I can't tell you. Move along kid, plenty of camp left to see."

With that they left. That is how I first met Nico Di Angelo.

End of flashback!

From then on Nico looked at me differently, like I was a puzzle or something. Then when I changed drastically, he looked a bit worried. I stopped wearing bright colors, I left my hair down and in my face, and started using insane amounts of eyeliner. I had been falling apart at the seems for quite a time now. I mean, I wasn't turning into Luke anytime soon. He chose his side already. Percy's fourteen so that leaves... two years. I know a lot, I've seen how the war ends just by seeing Luke's death.

I grabbed my Stygian knife and was about to cut myself. Again, when I was interrupted.

"Please don't, I'm pretty sure my dad doesn't want another dead person." Nico said from behind me.

"Why do you care?" I snapped back.

"Well, I don't care about the dad part. But, you were the first person I met at camp, first person to be nice to me besides Percy, Grover, and my sister."

"O-kay? I'm still not seeing why you care." I looked him in the eyes.

When he didn't answer I walked off down the beach, the sun was setting now so I'm pretty sure it looked cliché. But, I stumbled down the beach more than walked. I accidentally looked him in the eyes. Now the aftershock of it is like trying to walk drunk. I was pretty good at ignoring it and just walking but every once and a while I would stumble. I finally gave up and collapsed to my knees, I had only walked six yards. I covered my face with my hands and tried to steady my breathing. I heard steps in the sand behind me and hoped to gods it wasn't Nico, but my best friend Annabeth, the only one besides Chiron who knew my power. Yay! It is Annabeth! She put a hand on my back and gestured for me to start walking to the big house with her. I stood up, I was a good two inches shorter than her. She reached down and wiped my eyes dry with her sleeve. She had been here seven years and I had been here six. I was twelve now so I came when I was six. I could feel Nico's gaze on us.

"Aftershock?" Annabeth asked, I nodded.

She kept her arm around my shoulders to comfort me as we walked to the big house.

Nico's POV

What the Hades just happened. She looks me in the eyes then looks incredibly weak, stumbles away but collapses, then Annabeth comes and helps her? I'm confused, what had Percy told me once..?

"She hasn't been claimed and she's been here for six years." Percy said while we watched her fight.

"That sucks." I muttered, meaning it.

"After a while it starts to take it's toll on her. Remember when you first met her?"

"How can I not? She's the one who gave me the sword."

"And how she seemed to know who your father was? She's different from everyone, she appears emotionally stable but on the inside she's as un-stable as trying to balance on a small rope when you haven't learned to walk yet."

I looked towards her again, her white Irises we cleverly hidden. "She seems normal."

"But she's not Nico. She's in her own little world all the time, she doesn't react to drama out here." Percy shakes his head. " I spoke to her once, asked her why she always hid her eyes. She said that if she didn't the secrets on the paper with in them will come out. I thought she was nuts, I asked Annabeth for a translation and she said her eyes can tell you everything about you and herself."

I spent a good half hour after remembering this trying to figure it out. I saw Evermore walking around aimlessly, I started heading her way.

"Evermore!" I called. When I caught up with her she hid her eyes behind her bangs.

"Yes?" She asked, her voice sounds like bells.

"What's your power?"

She stiffened, I thought for a moment she wouldn't tell me.

"I can see dead spirits wandering around, I can feel when people make opinions about me and if they're good or bad, I can see your entire life story just by looking you in the eyes, and I can see how people die in my dreams." She said, looking up at me.

"Why did you walk away earlier?" I asked, though I kind of knew the answer.

" I looked you in the eyes and saw your life story. After wards, there's this shock that me and Annabeth call the Aftershock. Like being drunk, but only physically."

"I think you've just got claimed." I pointed up.

Above her was a white ghost claiming sign, everyone around kneeled.

"All hail Evermore, Daughter of Melinoe, goddess of ghosts and the underworld." Chiron called form somewhere.

Everyone else had gone back to wait they were doing. And I was still standing in front of her.

She hugged me tightly. "Thank you!" She squealed.

"For what?" I gasped as she pulls away.

" I had to tell one more person! That's what my mom was waiting for! Now after summer, I get to spend a the school year in the underworld with her! She told me this in my head!"

"Guess I'll see ya there."

"Huh?"

"I spend the school years with my dad down in the underworld."

"Oh okay, I'm gonna go tell Annabeth! See ya later!" she said, skipping off.

I'm happy that she's happy. Maybe I won't ever have to catch her cutting herself again.