This is a Percy Jackson fanfic, so nobody kill me. Um, it's hard to type some Italian words with an English keyboard, so don't hate me for trying. Hope everyone enjoys. Oh, and everything in bold parenthesis is the translation.

Disclaimer: I don't own ANY characters from the Percy Jackson series, or the Heroes of Olympus series. I only own my character and the plotline, but nothing else.

Percy's POV

I was walking up the hill to feed Peleus, when I stopped. There was a girl stroking Peleus's nose. The dragon let out a soft noise that sounded like a purr. I cleared my throat, and the girl straightened. Her hand fell from Peleus's nose, and he looked a little forlorn about it.

The girl turned toward me, and I inwardly gasped. It was Bianca. Or someone who looks like her. This girl's dark chestnut hair was in a braid that trailed on to her shoulder. She had olive skin and a spray of brown freckles across her cheeks. Her eyes were dark, so it was hard to see if they were black or dark brown.

"Chi sei tu? (Who are you?)" The girl asked. When I didn't answer, she fitted a silver arrow into her bow, and aimed it at me. "Chi sei tu?" She repeated angrily. I backed up, not liking an arrow pointing at my chest.

"Hi. Um, I'm Percy Jackson. Can you understand me?" I asked nervously, staring at the arrow still pointed at me.

"Jackson?" The girl asked. Something unknown flickered in her eyes before she lowered her bow. She reluctantly put the arrow back in the quiver strapped to her back.

"I think I should take you to Chiron," I stated. The girl studied me for a little longer, than grabbed the dragon food out of my hands. She turned back to Peleus, and handed him most of the food. Peleus munched on the food happily, and the girl stroked the top of his head.

She muttered something to Peleus in another language, and then turned back to me. She nodded to me, as if to say, Lead the way. I managed a smile, and she walked with me to the Big House. We arrived, and headed inside. Sitting in his wheelchair, Chiron smiled at me as I entered. Then, the girl walked in chewing on the dragon food she still had. I almost threw up.

I waved at Nico, who was sitting next to Chiron, but Nico was focused on the girl. I knew he thought she was Bianca. Nico stood, and shakily walked toward her. He studied her.

"Bianca?" Nico said, his voice low. The girl was watching Nico like she knew him.

"Bianca. No, io non mi chiamo Bianca. Il mio nome è Corra, (Bianca? No, I am not called Bianca. My name is Corra,)" The girl said. Nico studied the girl before sitting back down.

"Her name's Corra," Nico said sadly. I stared at him in wonder.

"You can understand what she's saying?" I asked. Nico nodded.

"She's speaking Italian," Nico replied.

"Can you find out if she can speak English, Nico?" Chiron asked gently. I knew Chiron could see how this pained Nico.

"Puoi parlare inglese, Corra? (Can you speak English, Corra?)" Nico asked the girl. She shook her head.

"Loro non insegnano inglese nel mio villaggio. Non posso aiutarti, (They do not teach English in my village. I cannot help you,)" Corra said. She took another bite of the dragon food in her hand. I still felt ready to throw up.

"She can't speak English," Nico announced. He looked really depressed. Almost as depressed as Peleus had looked when I had led Corra to the Big House.

"Well then, you'll just have to give the girl a tour," Chiron said, tugging his beard.

"But Chiron -" I started. Chiron held up a hand, and I fell silent.

"Percy, if Nico is the only one who can understand her, then he must show her around," Chiron said. I nodded, holding my tongue. Chiron turned to Nico. "Go on, my boy."

Nico grabbed Corra's hand, and lead her out saying, "Ti farò fare un giro del campo. (I'll show you around the camp, Corra.)" Corra allowed herself to be led away, but she glanced at me before walking through the door.

Nico's POV

I let go of Corra's hand as soon as we were far away from the Big House. Corra looked so much like Bianca, yet she seemed completely ignorant about that. I started showing her around the camp, talking to her in Italian. Every once in a while, I would glance at her, but she was always admiring what I was showing her. And she kept munching absentmindedly on the strange piece of food in her hand.

We finally came upon the cabins. Corra stared at them in awe. She popped the last bit of food into her mouth, chewed, than swallowed. Then, she turned to me.

"A cosa servono quegli edifici? (What are those buildings for?)" Corra asked me, not noticing that I had been watching her. I turned, and pointed, to the one closet to us.

"E la camera di Hermes. Hermes è il dio dei viaggiatori, dei ladri e dei mercanti. Tutti i nuovi arrivati devono rimanere lì fino a quando non verranno rivendicati da un genitore, (That's Hermes cabin. Hermes is the Greek god of travelers, thieves, and merchants. All newcomers stay there until they're claimed by their parent,)" I explained. She nodded.

"Traveler. Come me. Non sono mai rimasta in un unico posto in tutta la mia vita. Forse ora posso fermarmi, (Traveler. That sounds like me. I have never stayed in one place my entire life. Maybe now, I can end that,)" Corra said sadly. I glanced at her.

"Vedere dove dormo io? (Do you want to see where I sleep?)" I asked quietly. Corra looked at me before smiling.

"Si. Mi piacerebbe, (Yes. I would like that,)" Corra said, still smiling. I lead Corra to a black bricked cabin in the newer part of the buildings. The torches were lit with Greek fire, and the whole cabin screamed eerie. At least, that's what I assumed everyone thought about the place. Corra, however, walked up to the cabin like it was home. She stood in front of the door, glanced back at me with a smile on her face, and then slipped through the doorway.

My eyes widened as a loud crash came from inside the cabin moments later. I rushed in, worried Corra had gotten herself hurt.