This story's about my favorite character from the book, and in the first 8 paragraphs you won't know who it is, but then RIGHT AFTER the first word is his name. Enjoy!

Percy was raging through the battlefield, making his way to Kronos who had his glinting scythe gleaming red with blood, and the limp, lifeless figure of Annabeth by his feet. I could see Percy's sea green eyes water, then turn red with rage.

Luke's evil smile, Luke's body, but not Luke at all, Kronos. Kronos's golden eyes, his scythe, his aroma of evil. "You'll pay for this, Luke! You'll die for this!"

Percy seemed to forget my plan completely, the plan where he would get the scythe and maybe separate Luke and the Titan Lord.

"NO!" I screamed as Percy charged, with Riptide's blade pointing to the ground.

"NO!"

A menacing laugh rang out as Kronos's scythe went through Percy as cleanly as if he were air, and Percy's body dropped beside Annabeth's, the two that had only discovered they loved each other hours earlier when they shared their first, and final, kiss which I saw.

I let out a bellow of rage, and hate took over, I charged to Kronos with my own sword by my side, and it happened to quickly. I somehow disarmed Kronos, and Luke's features gave off a look of fear, but Kronos's eyes showed amusement.

"You think you can defeat me boy? You are WEAK! You have not the power to defeat the Titan Lord! You didn't even have the power to save your sister!" with a bellow of rage, I stabbed Luke's body, and the eyes were no longer golden, but blue once more. Luke gave a panicked look at me, and fled, as did the monster realizing their master was defeated. I fell to the ground, Percy was dead, Annabeth and countless others. I just cried like a mere child.

***

"Nico, NICO!" sweat was coating my face, and my heart was racing with alarming speed. My eyes sprang open to see the ceiling of the new Hades cabin. The gods decided that since I had a huge part in the war, children of Hades would be welcome to camp Half-Blood.

It was the dream again. It was a month since the second Titan War ended, and every night my dream was full of bloodshed and hardship. I looked up to see Bianca, and I sprang up from my bed, and I no longer sleepy, but my heart was jubilant and dancing from not fear, but shock and happiness, and I managed to grin for the first time in I don't know how long.

"Bianca!" I cried, hugging my ghostly sister. "Nico," she answered softly, patting my back. "I can't stay long, but only long enough to tell you things of great importance." I nodded and sat on my unmade bed with Bianca.

"Nico, Percy and Annabeth have both been awarded for their great lives and will be reborn, as mortals and the fates have said they will destine them to be together, and they've started on giant socks already."

Bianca chuckled but then continued, her face solemn and searching mine. "Nico, you have to promise me not to leave camp. The monsters are waiting for you. They're at every mortal school; each hoping you will enroll in it. The Minotaur has stopped eating to make sure he'll be especially ravenous when you cross the borders. They want you dead Nico, and only you can make that happen."

I didn't move in the slightest, for fear that I would give Bianca some sort of message that I wasn't planning to obey her.

"Goodbye, Nico," she then said, and disappeared. I just lay back in bed, my mind racing. No, I didn't want to disobey Bianca, but I didn't belong here. Wherever I went, eyes were following me and rumors were being exchanged. If Percy and Annabeth were alive, they would have each other to confine to, but I had no one.

Lost in thought I got dressed in jeans and a camp Half-Blood T-shirt hoping perhaps not wearing black would make me feel less depressed, at least not as hot.

Still lost in thought I got breakfast and sat at the new Hades table, looked at the empty Poseidon table and mourning Athena table where I was also constantly receiving death glares. They all seemed to think that if I were faster, they're sister would be alive, even if she was in love with a seaweed brain.

Whenever I had sword practice with the Hermes cabin, I would get sad looks from Mac Mazzola, the new Hermes cabin leader who seemed to worship the now dead Conner and Travis Stoll.

No one talked to me, I was friendless, I didn't belong, and I was an outsider.

After breakfast my decision was made: I was going to escape camp Half-Blood.

***I was slowly walking to archery after lunch when I saw Chiron galloping towards me. "Nico," he said, gasping for air, "a new camper has arrived, and I need you to nurse her. The satyr, Emma, will tell you everything." I nodded, confused, and followed Chiron to the Big House. Why would he be seeking me to nurse someone? He usually got the first Half-Blood he found, but why me? From how he was gasping for air, he must have circled the entire camp for me, and maybe even skipped lunch searching for me, because he wasn't at his usual spot at the table, which was now next to the mourning Grover who only seemed to talk to his girlfriend, Juniper now. Chiron was galloping, and I sprinted to keep up. I don't know why, but it seemed like this was especially important. I was still running when I got to the porch where Mr. D was grumbling about another camper and how we were all brats and not worth his time. I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the temptation to tell him to shut up. He seemed to have recovered from having all of his kids killed just a month ago. I was still gritting my teeth when Chiron took me to a bedroom where a girl with long and wavy blond hair was laying with scars covering her face and a satyr with short and straight brown hair was sitting in a chair next to her with tears streaming. "Emma," Chiron said so quietly I almost didn't hear, "please tell Nico what happened." Emma nodded with melancholy eyes and beckoned for me to sit in the chair next to her.

Hehehe! Cliffy! I love to torture people and make them wonder! I made my mark! I'm trying to write more than 1,000 words for every chapter! Also, REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!