(A/N) Well, this is my first fanfiction so, yeah. I hope you guys enjoy it and if you have any comments or questions message me. Please review!

Sadly, I don't own Percy Jackson or any of the other characters I'm not Rick Riordan.

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(Ellie's POV)

I slowly took confident strides toward the arena. No one dared approach me and no one dared question me. Sometimes it's good to be a social outcast, if I do say so myself. And look, I do!

The name is Ellie Punk. Original, right? My first name is actually Eleanor and my last name, well, who cares about that?

My age is in the range of 13-68, but if I were you I would pick 13, if you get what I mean. *Hint, hint*

Now I suppose you want to know why I am a social outcast, don't you? Well if you would shut your trap I would tell you. Let's start with a simple greeting. Hello, I am Ellie Punk, daughter of Hades. Now that wasn't so hard was it?

Now you might be thinking, 'Oh, Ellie, you poor thing! I would hate to have the lord of the dead as my father!' Well I have one thing to say to that: KEEP YOUR DAMN THOUGHTS TO YOUR DAMN SELF.

I'm such a pleasant person.

"Eleanor!" an annoying voice entered my thoughts. I slowly turned around preparing to give the person my best death glare, when I found myself face-to-face with Chiron.

"Oh, hey, Chiron. Nice weather we're having, yes?" I answered sheepishly.

"Perfect weather for your canoe class it is." He said.

I groaned in a very unattractive way. "But I have it with the Apollo cabin! The sun and the dead do not mix!" I exclaimed.

"Isn't that the same excuse you used for Arts and Crafts, Archery, and Guard Duty?" he asked.

"Uh, well, funny story… Hey is that a genie!" I pointed to the imaginary genie in the sky and when he looked away I took off running. Did you notice that foot racing with the nymphs was the only thing I didn't skip?

"Eleanor! Running from your problems won't always work!" he yelled after me then added, "You have guard duty tonight! If you skip that you will have kitchen duty for a month!"

I sighed. It wasn't the worst punishment I've ever had. There was that time that I had to be Dionysus's personal back shaver. Now that, I am scarred for life.

I made it to my secret tree house in less than 5 minutes.

My secret tree house is a, well, tree house that I found in the woods while I was running away from some very angry, very pink Ares campers. (Long story that involves 4 bagels, 3 monster energy drinks, and lots of pink paint.)

I climbed up the brittle rope ladder and pulled myself through the hole in the floor. How to describe the tree house? Well all the walls were spray painted black, a bunch of hot pocket wrappers on the floor, empty hair dye containers, and a beat up old couch I found in the top limbs of a tree. (Another long story that also involves pink Ares campers.)

I sat down on the floor scanning the ground below for any other people. When I saw that no one else was around I called for my best friend, Carl.

Carl is a ghost. Just putting that out there. Carl is an African American, gay, hair stylist who died from choking on an animal cracker. Now that, children, takes skill.

"Carl! Where are you?" I whispered.

"Here, dear." He replied appearing on the couch.

"How's being dead been?" I asked, but I already knew his answer.

"It's fabulous! I can go people watching and no one looks at me like I'm a pedophile!" I laughed at this, "I can also haunt people. Oh and I know who likes who, and I also know who likes you!" That got me listening.

"Do tell." I urged.

"Oh, silly, I can't tell you! Most of the fun is guessing who it is!" Carl exclaimed. If I could smack one ghost he would be the one.

"Then why did you tell me that somebody likes me?" I swear I felt my eye twitch.

"Because, sweetie, you ain't going to get any boys looking like you do." Ouch.

"Ouch."

"Hun, the truth hurts." Carl said looking at his nails.

"You didn't have to be so blunt." I answered crossing my arms.

"Do you want the truth or some sugar coated lie?" he asked and I almost snorted. One of my friends in the mortal world said the same thing to me.

"Fine. What's wrong with my appearance?" I asked looking down at my sweat pants and old basketball shirt.

"Well, everything." I scowled at said best friend.

"I do have feelings you know!"

"Well, what music do you like?" Carl asked.

"Anything Punk." I answered automatically.

"And shorts, skirts or jeans?" He continued.

"Skinny jeans." I said, I mean who doesn't like a good pair of highlighter blue skinnies?

"Good. Now change." He ordered. Since when has he gotten so bossy?

I snapped my fingers and the shadows formed around me. Like how some kids can shadow travel I can pull things from the shadows, which is how I usually get dressed in the morning.

I looked down at my new Simple Plan T-shirt and black skinny jeans. I looked outside to see that the sky was dark. Time flies when your best friend criticizes every aspect of you.

"Carl! Why didn't you tell me it was dark?" I screamed at him.

"I get lonely…"

I jumped down from my tree house and managed to twist my ankle.

I'll just pretend that didn't happen. I thought to myself and kept running.

By the time I got to the borders at camp I saw Chiron patiently waiting while tapping his hoof.

"'Sup Pony Dude!" I called out barely able to hide the discomfort that was radiating from my left ankle.

"You're late." Chiron said with a stern look.

I was half tempted to say 'Well no shit.' But sadly I bit my tongue.

"And?" I drawled instead.

Chiron scowled at me. I officially feel accomplished. It takes a lot to get that pony dude to scowl.

"We're expecting an important camper to return tonight so keep good watch." Chiron warned me and trotted off. I was extremely tempted to play target practice with a stone and Chiron's rump.

I turned and sighed in frustration. Being Hades' kid ain't no picnic.

"Be careful. You might create an army of the undead to erupt from the ground and try to kill everyone at camp. Again." Someone said from behind me.

I spun around with my arm raised, ready to have the shadows shallow this kid up, when I saw who it was.

"Stanley Jett, son of Hephaestus." I drawled. This was the boy I had fancied for four years. Lovely.

"Well, what a warm welcoming from such a warm person." He replied trying to rile me up. I don't know why I fancied Stanley it just kind of happened. I blame Aphrodite.

Stanley was in his usual Camp Half-Blood T-shirt with regular jeans and white Nikes.

"Shut up and keep guard." I ordered and looked out into the dark.

Slowly I sunk down to my butt and sat still watching. After a while Mr. My-Ego-Is-Too-Big-For-My-Head sat down next to me. I must have dozed off because when I woke up to leaves ruffling I found my head on Stanley's shoulder, which he didn't seem to mind at all.

"Sorry." I said a little embarrassed.

He gave me a quick smile, "I didn't mind. It's not everyday I get to spend time with death's most beautiful daughter."

I narrowed my eyes searching for sarcasm but when I didn't find any I returned the smile.

"As heart warming as this moment is can either of you give me a hand?" a deep voice called from the shadows.

I looked up to see a pale boy walking towards us. He seemed to be about 15 with pale skin, dark eyes, and dark hair.

I ran out to grab him but it was too late that I noticed the monster behind him.

It slammed into me and sent me flying against a tree. I weakly lifted my head to see that the monster was none other than the Minotaur. I felt myself getting light headed and sleepy like I do when I don't eat for a couple days.

Stanley had stood in front of me in a fighting stance but I knew he couldn't take the monster. And where was that mystery stranger?

Right as the question popped into my mind a dark sword poke its way through the monster's hairy chest and Mr. Minotaur exploded into dust. Gross.

"Who are you?" I rasped out to the mystery boy as Stanley picked up my limp body.

"Nico Di Angelo, son of Hades." Right as he said it I fell into unconsciousness.

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