What happens when I'm bored and can't sleep? This story results. Just so you know, this is what I'm like when I'm either cranky or at my most dry.
Chapter 1
Ok, I'm going to get this straight before I ever tell the actual story.
One, my name is Luana Malay.
Two, I am not making this up for the fun of it, which would be something I would do, but I would not cuss this much in a book.
And three, it started with an accident and a lot of cussing.
Well, actually, it started with my sitting on my bed, in an old t-shirt and shorts and my wild hair down and in my face, typing up a fanfic chapter on my laptop.
I mean, seriously, that isn't something you'd think would change my life right?
Wrong.
I was just sitting there, typing away, and I look up to see a boy with dark hair, around sixteen, with dark everything except skin.
I was actually in the middle of typing 'Hades' for my PJO fanfic, so what came out of my mouth when I saw him, was, "What the f***ing Hades!" and grabbing the nearest hard-backed book and preparing to throw it at him.
He held up his hands defensively, and I saw a skull ring that I hadn't noticed before. "You might want to watch what you say, since my father is Hades." he said.
"Nico?" I say incredulously.
He looked startled, and dropped his hands. "How do you know my name?"
"Oh, crap." I say. "You, my friend, are supposed to be, um, not real."
"Ok, you have officially caught my attention and confused me." he said.
"Are you kidding? You guys seriously don't know that there are two freaking series about you and Percy and Thalia and Annabeth and everyone else?" I say incredulously, again.
"Series?"
"You know, books. The thing where its square, it has pages, and makes really good throwing material?"
"What the Hades?"
"Yeah, that's kind of what I was like when you shadow-traveled into my freaking bedroom. While I'm in an old t-shirt that you can practically see through and very short shorts." I said, firing the saying back at him.
"How many?"
"Well, one for each quest, duh."
"Books. Numbers?"
"So far, seven. But that's only if you count the Son of Neptune. Mark of Athena is going to come out in early October. But you already know about the Son of Neptune. So hopefully I'm not creating any time paradoxes. And you look older than twelve or fourteen, so…" I trailed off.
"We're a lot past that. We passed that two years ago." he said bluntly.
"Ok. I'm done. I'm not sure what you want to do with me, since I can kinda see through the Mist."
"You saw me appear out of nowhere?"
"Well, I looked up a bit after that, and I came to the conclusion that if I had been affected I would've seen you as a friend stopping by or something like that. And you saw my reaction. You wouldn't get that from a girl who saw you as a friend." I pointed out.
"How do you know all this?"
I sighed. "Oh, well, I don't know, it came to me by osmosis. I freaking read the books, son of Hades! Jeez, you sound like you have mummy linen for brains." I muttered the last part to myself.
"I'm getting Percy. It'll be fun to watch you two work it out since you have the same sarcasm." he said, and then disappeared into the shadows. Well. That was a bit creepy.
I couldn't wait to meet the rest of the gang. (cue snort)
Actually, the cussing and the preparing-to-throw-a-book-at part was a true story of what happened to me and a friend who walked into my room and I didn't hear her. I hope this was funny! I meant it to be funny!