Author's Note: This is my first fanfic and constructive criticism is favored. Thank You.

***Prologue***

Running. Running. And a light jog a couple of miles for good measure. All I really do is run, not away though. I run towards all the things I should avoid. Got myself into deep trouble because of my false recklessness. When you run so much it's a subconscious feeling, an instinct. That feeling when you run so much that you don't even realize you sprinted a mile without breaking a sweat. Running is just your legs repeating a cycle of motion, propelling you forward while you try to stop, but you can't. You can't stop until you have reached your destination when you haven't even made one.

I have met many people, some I wish to forget. The deep scars that they carved will forever have a lasting effect on me. Unfortunately, that will never be. The heroes and heroines are like demons that constantly pull me to the depths of Tartarus. The bane of my existence is no more, yet somehow they all come back. I tried to stay away from them. I distracted myself, although the Fates are cruel and our paths will always come across one another. Which has lead me here, running towards my own doom.

I remember some of them. Ones like Perseus Jackson. Saviour of Olympus, Bearer of the Titan's Curse, Counselor of Cabin Three and Son of Poseidon. Title, title, title. Blah, blah, blah. Now, that is a hero. Yet, as I say that I feel as though I am insulting him. Fatal Flaw = Loyalty. Every girl wants him and every guy wants to be him. He's very similar to Hercules, again an insult. Modest, that is where he is different from other heroes.

Annabeth Chase. Daughter of Athena, Counselor of Cabin Six and Girlfriend to Perseus Jackson. I don't like her, plain and simple. Fatal Flaw = Pride. That is one reason why I hate her. Percy, I don't know what you see in her. I want you to be happy, I just don't want you to be happy with her.

Grover Underwood. Lord of the Wild, A.K.A. G-Man. Possibly the weirdest last name ever, only exception to that is that he is a satyr. Not much to say about him, only that is to not underestimate him.

Clarisse La Rue. Daughter of Ares, Drakon Slayer, Counselor of Cabin Five and currently holds the blessing of her father. Took the Golden Fleece to Thalia's Pine Tree to save it and Thalia. Has journeyed to the Labyrinth only to find Chris Rodríguez in an insane state.

Thalia Grace. Daughter of Zeus and Lieutenant of Artemis. Given the Blessing of Artemis when she as fifteen. She had a rough past you almost feel sorry for her. Almost. She's brave, I'll give her that. She's... Interesting.

Last, but certainly not least is Nico di Angelo. Son of Hades, Ambassador of Pluto, Ghost King, Counsellor of Cabin Thirteen. Nico has a personal relationship with me that is not really mentioned in the presence of other peers. Nico, in my opinion is powerful and you should not underestimate him for a weakling. He does not 'get along' with living creatures. Is very respectful of the dead and has a surprising love for McDonald's. He was the one who encouraged me to reveal myself to the names mentioned above. Our uh... 'personal' relationship will be mentioned later in the story.

I remember when that day. The day I was called once again to the land above ground, above the domain of Hades. It was the start of the Titan uprising. It had been so long since I'd seen the world, 167 years to be exact. Although, it always seems longer where I go. I was curse to do the bidding of Hades for eternity. It sucks. I rarely get called, Hades has others to follow his command that do not take as much energy as I would. And once I get called, I cannot leave unless I am killed. Now, you see why I avoid trouble. I guess I should start from the beginning. Perhaps the moment I first came.