Hello Readers! This is my first FanFic, amd I hope you enjoy it! Bear with me here; the first chapters may be a little slow, but I promise that it'll get better! (Or I'll try to make it better.) I apologize in advance for characters acting OOC; as you are all aware, I am not Rick Riordan, so my interpretation will be different. Reviews are encouraged! I accept constructive criticism!

The story is set after Blood of Olympus (we're gonna say that Gaea gets defeated, but sadly we don't know for sure yet). And let's just assume, for story sake, that the seven demigods (plus the new main character) are all seventeen, even though in reality, the ages are staggered. Also, for those of you who have read HoH, we're gonna ignore Leo's little, uh, "detour". Just for the benefit of this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or HOO. They belong to the fabulous Rick Riordan, the famous cliff-hanger fanatic we all know and love.

Prologue

Four half-bloods crept through the streets of New York City, their senses tingling in alarm. The leader ushered the group onward, his fingers nervously grasping a ballpoint pen. Something was wrong; he could feel it. His suspicions were confirmed when a bloodcurdling scream pierced the chilly morning air. The boys took off running, their footsteps echoing on the empty sidewalk. Around the corner, a girl was sprawled on the ground, unconscious. An empousa was leaning over her, fangs bared, ready to strike. The monster turned at the sound of the boys, her eyes glittering in malice and her flaming hair flickering in the wind. The tall, muscular Asian notched an arrow, aimed, and fired before the empousa could even flinch. She exploded into a cloud of yellow dust. The boys rushed over and kneeled next to the girl. She had long, glistening golden hair, soft and light like sunshine, thick, dark eyelashes and full pink lips. She was unscathed; they'd gotten to her just in time. But her face was pale; no doubt a result of her recent scare. The blonde boy touched his fingers to her lips.

"She's breathing," he confirmed. The curly-haired Latino lifted her head into his lap. He laid his hand across her forehead.

"She's pretty cold. Maybe I could warm her up?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Leo…" the leader warned. Leo sighed in disappointment.

"Actually, that might be a good idea," the blonde said. The leader eyed him apprehensively. "Jason…" he said warily.

"It could wake her up, Percy." Leo brightened. "But no funny business, Mr. Flames for Brains." The tall guy nudged Leo's shoulder, earning him a scoff.

"I think I can handle myself, Frank." He shook out him arms. The heat radiated off of him, briefly filling the street corner with warmth. The girl's cheeks flushed with color and her eyes fluttered open.

"What… what happened?" Her eyes, which were a deep, silvery blue, darted from boy to boy. She realized that she was lying on a stranger's lap and swiftly sat up, blushing in embarrassment.

"Uh, we, um, found you, uh, passed out on the street." Jason's icy blue eyes were rimmed with guilt. "What's your name?" Leo asked her. "Jade," she said, rubbing the back of her head. "Jade Clark." "Leo," he said, winking at her. Percy rolled his eyes. "And this is Jason and Frank. I'm Percy," he said, gesturing to himself. She nodded at each of them.

"What was that thing?" The boys exchanged nervous glanced. "What thing?" Frank tried.

"That thing that attacked me!"

"Uh, what did it look like?" Percy caught Jason's eye. It's a test. Monsters usually don't attack mortals point blank.

"It almost looked like a vampire. But it had one hairy leg and one metal leg. And its hair was on fire." Jason and Percy nodded at each other. Yep. She's the one.

"Am I missing something?" She was looking more confused by the minute.

"Brace yourself, babe," Leo said, putting his hand on her shoulder. "This could take a while."

Promise me that even if you didn't think this PROLOGUE (take the hint, guys) was that interesting, or whatever, that you'll at least try to read Chapter One! You can't judge a book by its prologue (Yeah, I know that's not the right saying, but this story doesn't HAVE a cover, as you might be able to tell). Promise? Please?

I appreciate you taking the time to read this, regardless. You guys are awesome.

-TheLegendaryPotterhead **Peace, Love and All That Jazz**