Whoohoo! First PJO fanfic! I'm so pumped! I've recently re-re-read the series and now and once again, I am consumed by unnaturally potent fan girl obsession, which leads me to creating this fanfic, commemorating to the wonders of Rick Riordan's universe, and his favorite character of mine, Nico Di Angelo! :D

I know, I know, I should really be putting all of this time and energy into my other, unfinished fanifc Clouded Minds, Fractured Souls but I'm just not that patient of a person…I jump from project to project, each time with a fervent passion which fades after a few months of intense devotion…but don't fret, I always return to my unfinished schemes and see them through to the end, eventually. So, you have been warned. No telling when this will be finished, but for now, expect a lot of fast updates while the demigod fever still burns within! :P

Without further ado, I humbly present the prologue to my story, and pray to the gods of Olympus you shall enjoy!

With shallow, fast breaths, a lithe figure raced through the trees at top speed, each footfall landing with a soft thump in the soft, damp grass. A chilling wind gushed through the pines and wispy tendrils of mist clung hauntingly around the boughs, fogging the vision of the fleeing figure, but the being didn't slow.

Stifling a ragged gasp of exertion, the girl flicked her head over her shoulder to take a fleeting glimpse behind her, her wispy, sweaty hair dancing around her shoulders with the movement. Despite her best effort, she couldn't see anything through the haze of night, fog, and branches.

The uncertainty of her purser's whereabouts sped her feet on faster. Desperately ignoring the throbbing aches in her sides, she lept nimbly over a fallen tree which barred her path.

An unexpected thorn bush branch snagged at the quiver of arrows bouncing on her thin back and the young girl was forced screech abruptly to a halt to rip her equipment from her hostile environment. She took off with renewed terror, eyes wide as she narrowly avoided other trees, silently praying to the gods, goddesses, anyone who was watching, who could save her sorry hide from her current predicament.

A low growl suddenly erupting from her close left, and, acting on pure instincts, fueled by pure adrenaline, the slender teen hurdled the opposite direction of the menacing noise. Her effort was in vain however. At the same instant of her change of course, pounding paw steps charged through the brush, charging at a much greater speed than the girl could perform, even when well-rested.

The teenaged girl let out a involuntary squeak of terror as a fierce, guttural roar of rage and hunger ripped through the air mere yards behind her. Taking one last desperate bound, the exhausted girl jumped around a particularly massive pine and found her self in a small clearing filled with soft pools of moonlight. Using her momentum to spin herself around on her heel, she came to an abrupt halt, and with the ease of much practice, detached herself from her silver bow and notched an arrow, all in one fluid motion.

She could run no further. She hadn't slept in 36 hours, and couldn't even remember when she'd had her last meal. She had no one's help, of that she was sure.

In the brief millisecond before her enemy came crashing down on her, several bitter thoughts flitted through her mind.

Goodbye, anyone I might have had in the future; have a nice life. Goodbye, Mother, one more problem taken care of for you.

So what if I'll probably die here. I'm okay with that. I had nothing to live for to begin with…is it technically death if I don't consider myself truly alive?

With a tremendous howl, a large beast burst forth from above the trees, briefly blotting out the moon with it's large form before plunging down towards the poised girl below.

The arrow flew with implacable aim, but before it had even hit her target, the next had been notched and let loose by the girl's nimble fingers. Rapid fire, without missing a beat, without a noise, she let loose a barrage of silver shafts on her attacker. The huge monster roared it disapproval at being pricked so, and landed with an earth-quaking thud in front of it's prey, merely inconvenienced by her brave efforts of resistance.

She continued to flawlessly shoot at her seemingly unperturbed opponent, who again growled his frustration. It raised an enormous paw, ready to swipe down at it's pesky quarry.

Her throat tightened, and her eyes narrowed in determination as the claws swooped down towards her.

But no matter what, I'll go down fighting…it's the only way I know how to exist…I could never give up.

Nico woke up in a cold sweat, swallowing dryly, long fingers grasping at the sheets of his bunk. For a few moments, he simply stared blankly at the roof of the Hades Cabin, waiting for his heart to stop boxing his rib cage. Slowly, he sat up and let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

"Damn demigod dreams…can never get a decent night's sleep," he mumbled to himself, running a hand through his unkempt black hair. Nico closed his eyes in exasperation, realizing that it would take quite a while to fall asleep after a vision like that.

The girl…she couldn't be any older than him. Did she die? It was possible it had been a past death…being a son of Hades, he got those a lot. Always makes for a good morning when you wake up with dying screams in your ears. No, that was sarcasm, not emo.

But this one in particular had been very vivid. Instead of just watching, he had felt her pain, her unbreakable determination…her utter terror.

She was undoubtedly a demigod, but he hadn't recognized her. Not saying much though, Nico didn't know too many demigods personally.

Alone. No help in Camp Half-Blood. Forsaken by her godly parent, probably shunned by her human realitives. He felt for her, for her situation. He'd been there before. Being prince of darkness and death didn't score you the title of Miss Popular too often.

Although life's better now: he's accepted in Camp Half-Blood, and is on speaking terms with Dad. But Nico can't ever forget the dark days, right after Bianca's death...

With a shudder, hhe flopped back down on my pillow. Tomorrow would suck if he didn't get a solid's night sleep, but somehow he knew he'd still be staring at the same spot on the celing in a few hours, haunted by the girl of his nightmare.

EDIT #2 : Facepalm. I apologize for my extreme indeciveness, but it's back to 3rd POV. But I still will be making revisions to the other chapters.

Thanks for reading! Thank YOU for revewing! :)