Chapter One.

When a strange boy materializes in your room in the dead of the night, most girls would scream bloody murder while grabbing their phones to call 911. I alas, am not most girls. Socking said boy in the jaw and kneeing him the groin is my reaction. I've found it's quite effective.

Let me start from the beginning of this, because I'm kinda jumping in at about 2/20's in.

Late on some October night, as I stared up at the just visible ceiling through the dim moonlight flowing in through my windows. I don't really sleep much. Not that I ever tell my parents that. Insomnia is a tricky thing. Parents will assume you want to stay up for fifty hours at a time if they think you've been up for eighteen. Because of this, I spend hours pretending to sleep while trying to get me and my brain to shut off.

Suffice to say, I have pretty good night vision after about three hours.

My mind was racing around what my mother had told me before they left, not quite grasping it.

It was sometime past 3:18 AM, and my parents-well my mom and step dad were in Sweden on a business trip. I really didn't know why I even kept up the charade of sleep anymore. I was just about to get up and go to my computer when there was a soft thump, then a loud thump, then swearing.

My body immediately relaxed, but I kept my eyes open, waiting. I heard footsteps coming closer. My breathing was even, but I moaned and mumbled "No, not the uniform." and rolled onto my back so my hand curled around the side of my mattress.

I couldn't inconspicuously grab one of the knives hidden under my mattress, I hadn't gone far enough though.

The person stepped up to the side of my bed, and I could only see their outline with some splotches of white.

They're breathing was even, and they leaned in ever so slightly. BAM. I jumped up, my head gunning against their chin, then I kneed this person in the groin and punched them. As they fell to the ground, one hand went to my lamp and the other to my knife collection, and I feel for the steel handle of my favorite one.

Why I collect knives I'll explain later.

A boy is sprawled on the floor, with mainly black clothes, black hair, and olive skin. "How the hell did you get into my house?" I growl.

Then I notice the sword next to him, but I don't let my eyes flit to it. He opens his mouth to reply and I kick him in the groin again, grabbing the sword and dropping my knife onto my bed. He had squeezed his eyes shut in pain but when he opened them they widened in fear.

"Put that down." He says.

"Mmm no. I'm the one with the pointy objects, so I ask the questions. Capisce? Great. Why the hell are you in my house?" I ask.

"It was an accident."

"How do you accidentally end up in someones house in the dead of the night?" I ask.

"Accidentally shadow-traveling." He replies.

"What-ing?" I ask.

He frowns. "How old are you?" He asks.

"Sixteen..."

"You should've been claimed." He says.

"Okay stop with the gibberish. What's your name?" I ask.

"Nico-"

"Di Angelo." I finish instinctively.

He sits up, and I don't stop him, because I don't know how I know that name.

"How do you know my name?" Nico asks.

"I-I don't know. I think it was a-a dream." I say, I drop the sword on the floor, clutching my head which feels like somebody's taking an icepick to my brain from the inside going out.

"We need to get you to camp. You can't be unclaimed, and your aura keeps on flickering."

And suddenly, I realize that my mother wasn't pulling bull on me. It's still not set in my mind that the Greek gods are real, but I know one thing. I have to go with him."Packing." I say.

"Right. You pack, I'll call a friend to help us get back." Nico says. He goes to the window, and sees we're on the third story.

"Down the hall, to the left, second door on the right, down the stairs, out the front door." I say.

"Thanks." He tells em, and leaves.

I take a second to regulate my breathing. This is a bad idea, but I grab my backpack from my door and dump the school stuff on my bed, then putting back in my notebooks, pens, and other supplies. I grab my brick of a phone I'm only allowed to use in emergencies and chuck that in as well, along with money. I go over to my dresser and pull out a bunch of my favorite clothes. I put those in, then write a note to my parents.

I'm going to the place you told me to go to with a random guy that materialized in my bedroom at 3 AM. So don't worry about me! Love, N.

Then I pack a few knives in, and palm one, just in case. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and go downstairs, and leave the note on the counter. I then go into the yard where Nico leans against a tree, a car waiting for us.

I'm suspicious again. "Where are we going?"

"Camp."

There's a roar down the street and Nico grabs me by my pajama shirt and shoves me in, and I'm immediately ready with my knife. He gets in. "Buckle up." He says.

I do, why am I following his orders? This is really, really, really stupid why didn't I think this through?

Suddenly I notice how soft the seat is, and I settle back and just as the car begins to move I'm out. I don't even think it's strange we have three drivers.

This is just a short intro chapter. I'm about 6,000 words into writing this, so I was like what the heck? Why did she just drop and go with Nico? All will be explained. In later chapters. *Muahaha* I'm really writing a lot of stuff right now, so I figured why let it rot in my docs and post it for y'all to enjoy?

I'll post another chapter when I get a review, it's my thing. So please review, telling me your thoughts! Also, acronym for this story is LDD. Cool? Cool.

Peace peeps-Id