My first shot at a mystery. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Yelling, shouting, crying. All of it rang in my ears as my eyes gazed at the inky blackness. I wanted to yell at the noise to shut up, but my voice wasn't working. I wanted to sit up and see what was happening, but my body wasn't doing what I wanted. I just did... whatever I was doing and laid there in a daze. I stayed like that for a while, and then I heard the sound of scraping. Was someone dragging something? No, the noise would be more muffled. Was someone maybe carving something? If so, what was it? The noises seemed to come together more, like a radio that had regained it's frequency.

Swords, I realized. The metal was scraping against each other with a scraping noise, as if someone was sharpening one.

I felt my head start pounding, and I soon realized that my senses were returning to me. I twitched my hand, and slowly opened my eyes to see...

More inky blackness. Was this some kind of joke, or was the world suddenly out of electricity in the dead of night? That didn't seem like the most likely possibility, so I held onto the idea as I slowly sat up. My muscles were stiff, and my back felt as if it had been strapped to a rod and then my weight had been put on it or something.

The first thing that registered in my mind was the fact that I didn't know where I was, and the fact that the scraping of metal sounded as if it were getting closer and closer to me.

Color slowly returned to my eyes, and I blinked a couple of time, trying to get the blurry lens of sleep out of my eyes. I looked around where I was, and noticed that I was in what looked like an empty cabin. There were a bunch of empty bunks with dust coating anything that was in it's reach. The drawers and floor were almost a light gray from it, and it seemed as if it hadn't been cleaned in ages. I spotted a vanity mirror with perfume and makeup surrounding it on one side of the cabin, and slowly stood up before walking over to it.

I gazed at the person in the mirror. A girl with chin length, light brown hair, green eyes, and high cheek bones stared back at me. Her skin was pale, and there were blackish circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept much in days. I moved my hand to my face, and the girl in the mirror did the same. I reached out my hand, and so did the girl. That couldn't be... me, right? I thought back on my past, and ended up with nothing but a splitting headache.

I don't remember my past. How strange.

It suddenly occurred to me that I didn't even know my own name. I didn't know how old I was. I had no previous memories other then when I just woke up on the floor of the cabin.

I looked down at myself, noticing the ratty black skinny jeans, scuffed up and extremely dirty converse, and an orange t-shirt. There were black words on my shirt, so I pulled the fabric closer, and squinted at the writing. It was hard to read for some reason, but that didn't stop me from trying until I got it right.

Camp Half-Blood.

What the heck does that mean?

Before I had time to ponder this, there was a loud crash outside of the cabin, and I jumped back in surprise, slightly startled. With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I approached the front door to the cabin cautiously. I glanced out of nearby window, and, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, I threw the door open. I stepped outside, and someone's hand clasped around my foot. I shrieked in terror, jumping back for the second time, and tripping since the hand was still holding my foot.

"Woah, calm down," a male voice said as the hand let go, "I'm not going to hurt you."

I turned over so that I was on my back before sitting up and looking at the boy in front of me. He was about fourteen, with dark hair and even darker eyes. His had an olive skin tone, kind of like Italian people.

"Who are you?" I stuttered. I was surprised by how soft my voice sounded. I expected it to be a lot more booming.

The boy sat up. "Nico di Angelo, son of Hades," he said, holding his hand out.

I felt the splitting ache in my scull again, as if I should know something about him. Or maybe it was the fact that he said 'Hades'? Isn't he the Greek god of-

"Ah!" I yelled, clutching my head with both of my hands.

The boy, Nico, dropped his hand and came to help me immediately, looking a bit flustered.

"What?" he asked, "What's bothering you?"

"My... head," I gasped in pain. My headache made my scull feel as if it were about to burst and drain out my brains! That's over dramatic and all, but it sure felt like it at the time.

"Ha, I found you, di Angelo," an older and creepier voice ground out, "And it seems that you've found a friend! How fun."

I looked up to see a man, in his late thirties standing over us with a sword. Nico scooped up what seemed to be a darker sword from the ground as the man came nearer to us. He pointed the sword at the both of us, and then looked at me innocently.

"And who are you, my dear?" he inquired.

I didn't answer. I didn't exactly know how to answer. I just sat there on my knees, my head still my hands while I clenched my teeth.

"Not going to answer, are we?" he asked snidely.

"I... can't," I stuttered softly.

The man glared at me. "Everyone has a name, idiot," he sneered.

"Well I don't!" I snapped, my voice rising a bit, "I don't know who the hell I am!"

Nico and the other man looked at me with blank stares.

"You what?" Nico stuttered.

"I'm not repeating that again," I snapped angrily.

"Shut up, half-losers!" the man yelled.

"We will after you shut it," Nico growled.

"Wait, who the hell are you?" I asked the man.

"You really like that word," Nico muttered under his breath while the man answered, "Thanatos, god of the dead."

"Minor god of the dead," Nico spat at the man.

Thanatos grinned, pushing his black hair out of his face. "Your daddy isn't in charge of the dead anymore, kid," he said, "Hasn't been for two years now."

Nico clenched his fists, and looked like he was going to charge at Thanatos and chop his head off. I got between them, and looked back and forth.

"What is going on?" I asked, annoyed, "I wake up in some cabin with no memories, and then find you two out here. What did I miss in this weirder world?"

Thanatos grinned. "The Titans took over," he said smugly.

Took over what? I wanted to asked, but Nico saw the look on my face. He answered, "They killed Percy and then took over Olympus." His hands clenched when he mentioned this Percy guy, and he seemed to be gritting his teeth.

"Who's Percy?" I asked slowly.

Thanatos laughed. "An idiot son of Poseidon who joined the wrong side and died because of it," he sneered, "All to save a little blond bit-"

Thanatos was probably going to say 'bitch', but Nico lunged at him and punched him in the jaw. Thanatos staggered back from the unsuspected blow, and looked back at Nico with murderous eyes. I watched Thanatos with widened eyes as he lunged at Nico, slashing at his face. Nico jumped back just in time to avoid the blow, and parry. I just stood there to the side, looking like an idiot.

"Run!" Nico yelled at me as he swiped at the minor god of death.

I didn't need to be told twice. I hightailed it out of there as fast as I could, and made my way to the woods. I heard their swords cashing as I ran, and then I suddenly stopped. I had just left Nico to fight and possibly get hurt. He might be good with a sword, but if Thanatos is a god as he claims to be, Nico has no chance. I ponder this as I hear a scream of pain, sounding suspiciously like a teenager. With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, confusion flashing through my brain, determination going through my heart, and adrenalin going through my veins, I ran as fast as I could back to Nico. I might not believe in all of this yet, but the swords seemed extremely real to me. There was no way they could be fake, I realized with a jolt of panic, making me run faster.

Hope you like it! My friend helped me with it. Yes, I'm leaving her anonymous for now, but maybe some people reading this know who it is. But maybe you don't, and that's okay. Well, now your job is to click the pretty review button. You know why you are going to do that because it loves you, hehehe.

Ciao now!

~Alisha