The Guardians of Cosmos

Icy Death

Average Asian, Eira Aw, was as normal as anyone can be. Considered an outsider in her school, due to her nationality, Eira had always ignored anyone's snubbing, especially those from Cassandra. After an unfortunate incident which concern cans of Sprite and a plate of spagetti, Eira hastily leaves her school, only to bumped into a pale, weird boy who carries a sword. A tad of afraid of the boy, Eira tries to back away, hoping to leave. However, the boy grabs her arm and before she knew it, she was unconscious.

When she comes to, the pale boy aka Nico tells her of her true heritage - a demigod. Things become weird when Eira does shows signs of being a demigod and before she knew it, Eira was officially a Camp Half-Blood camper.

But, what if Eira isn't what she thinks she is?

And who the heck is that white-haired girl who appears in her dreams?

Most importantly, why is she developing feelings for Nico?

Pairing(s): Percy/Annabeth, Jason/Piper, Frank/Hazel, Nico/Eira

Character(s):

Eira — A sixteen year old girl who is often bullied by the school Queenka because of her nationality and appearance. After meeting a pale boy (Nico), her life takes a dramatic change as Eira soon realizes that she's neither a mortal nor demigod. Question is, what is she then?

Nico — The sixteen year old (only) son of Hades. He accidentally bumps into Eira and immediately labels her as a demigod due to her ability to see through the Mist. Nico shadow travels both of them to Camp Half-Blood, only for Rachel to claim that Eira's not a demigod nor a mortal. Nico fights with his black Stygian iron sword.

Percy and Jason — Both the only male demigods of Poseidon and Jupiter respectively and both age eighteen. Both of them are extremely powerful and are good friends with each other. Percy fights with Riptide, a Celestial bronze sword, whereas Jason's weapon of choice is a gladius.

Annabeth and Piper — The love interests of Percy and Jason respectively, age being eighteen and seventeen respectively. Annabeth, as the daughter of Athena, is considered the brain of the group while Piper has her mother's, Aphrodite's, gift (charmspeak) to help her out.

Frank and Hazel — Son of Mars (seventeen years old) and daughter of Pluto (fifteen years old) respectively, this new couple often drop by Camp Half-Blood now and then. Franks has the ability to shape-shift and is also a legacy of Poseidon. Hazel, on the other hand, died in 1940s but was brought back to life by Nico. She's the younger sister of Nico.

Leo — The seventeen year old son of Hephaestus who has the power to control fire. Not only that, Leo is a master in mechanics though he isn't as good as interacting with living forms. Also, he has a bad habit of falling in love with girls who are completely out of his league.

Table Of Contents

Foreword — 01

Chapter One — 01

Chapter Two — 02

Chapter Three — 03

Chapter Four — 04

Chapter Five — 05

Chapter Six — 06

Chapter One

— Eira —

I dodged my head, narrowly missing the yogurt which flew past harmlessly my head instead. Honestly, how old are they? Isn't a food fight a tad too immature, even for their standards?

I took a sip of my Sprite, only to have it snatched out of my hand. Sighing wearily, I glanced up at the smirking teenager in front of me. "What do you want, Cassandra? If you a Sprite, the vending machines' over there." I gestured to my right where a row of vending machines were.

"Don't humour me, princess." Cassandra, the teenager, spat out in disgust. I clenched my fists at the 'nickname' but managed to keep myself in check. Don't ask me why but ever since I arrived to this school, everyone had called me 'princess'. Why? I'm not of royal heritage at all so honestly, what's the point of calling me that. But, then I accidentally overheard two girls and it seems that they called me 'princess' to mock me. To them, I was snobby and looked down on all of the students. Reason for that?

On the first day of school, I basically ignored everyone, didn't talk to anyone. But the real reason was that I rejected a few boys' confessions. No problem there, right? Maybe if Cassandra's crush didn't confess to me as well. And ever since then, I was considered as Cassandra's mortal enemy. This was kind of stupid if you ask me. I barely know her crush and he confessed to me on the first day we met each other. So, how could I actually agree and have a relationship with him? For all I know, he's a crazy murderer.

"I'm not, Cassandra." I truthfully answered, grabbing another can of Sprite from my bag. Let's say something told me this was going to happen so I brought back-up.

Cassandra glared daggers at my second Sprite before snatching that as well. I rolled my eyes in annoyance; what did I ever do to her? Thankfully, there was a third Sprite in my bag.

As expected, the second my Sprite appeared, it was gone thanks to a certain Cassandra. She passed the third Sprite to one of her cronies and smirked triumphantly. "Well, princess? Is there another Sprite hiding in there?"

Shrugging my shoulders, I admitted, "Nope. I had no idea you was such an immature child that I had to resort to having four Sprites."

"What did you say, bitch?" Cassandra snarled in fury, slamming her hands on my table. Calmly, I got to my feet and stared eye to eye with her. "Didn't you heard me the first time? Well, I called you an immature -"

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Cassandra's incoming hand. Deftly, I grabbed her hand in mid-air before pinning it to my table. "Tsk, tsk. Violence is never the answer, Cassandra." I chided her, letting a bit of mockery seep into my voice.

Cassandra glared at me fiercely before jerking her hand out of my hold. "Why don't you just go back to the damn country you came from, princess? No one even likes you here. You're just an outsider in America. Just go back to your country where you blend in nicely with all the other freaks!"

Fury flared within me. How dare that whore insult my country? Without thinking, I grabbed my plate of spaghetti and hurled it towards Cassandra. There were beautiful sounds of strands of spaghetti hitting Cassandra's face and top as well as the inhumanly musical sound of the spaghetti sauce splattering all over her, painting her a crimson color.

There was a loud intake of breath as everyone in the school canteen stared at Cassandra with wide eyes before turning to me. Fearlessly, I continued my staring match with Cassandra whose jaw had dropped open in shock.

A moment passed.

"AHHHHHHH!" A loud wail of horror escaped Cassandra's lips before she glared at me. "You are so dead, princess!" Cassandra growled in anger as she jabbed a finger at my chest.

I pushed her finger off my chest and smugly asked, "Like the spaghetti? I, for one, think that you look absolutely amazing." I smiled innocently at her before grabbing my bag and turning around.

"I won't forget this, princess." Cassandra swore, her voice extremely sharp and whiny to my ears.

Spinning around and walking backwards, I flashed Cassandra triumphant smirk and retorted, "Of course not! Today's the day you discovered your inner style." I saluted her for extra effect before disappearing out of the canteen.

I inhaled deeply, feeling the fresh summer air filling my body up, before exhaling. Finally, it was the last day of school and I was free! I closed my eyes, relaxing under the sun's rays. Free from school, free from Cassandra and free from -

"Ouch!"

My eyes flew open immediately and almost instantly, I fell to the grass. Quickly, I shut my mouth; I had no wish of eating some bug or insect. My arms hit the hard ground first, followed by the rest of my body and believe me when I saw that the grass isn't soft at all.

"Ouch." I groaned as I pushed myself to a sitting position. I sat back on my legs and quickly examined my arms. I winced slightly at the sight of my bleeding arms. Some idiot must have thrown his beer bottle in the grass and now, sharps of glass were stuck in my arms.

Then I realized the teenage boy lying in front of me. "I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, hastily hitting the boy's face repeatedly. What did I do to him? "Wake up, wake up!" I tried another tactic; shaking the boy instead. I was so absorbed in waking in him up that I didn't realized that he was already awake.

"Okay, enough! Enough!" The boy yelled, grabbing my hands. I froze immediately and quickly withdrew my hands from the boy's pale ones.

"Hades." The pale boy muttered under his breath as he got to a sitting position. Running his hair which was already very messy, the boy stared at me and asked, "Did you hit me?"

"Erm... No. I bumped into you actually." I confessed sheepishly and I felt my cheeks coloured. Then, something struck me. Where did this guy came from, anyway? Yeah, my eyes were closed but I wasn't moving at all so how did I bump into him? "Er... you wasn't paying attention, too, right?"

"Huh? What do you - Oh, yeah. I wasn't." The boy hastily amended, not meeting my eyes at all. I narrowed my eyes; he was kind of terrible in lying. Staring at him with my intense blue eyes, I stated clearly, "You wasn't. How did you bump into me?"

I wasn't sure why I was getting all bossy over this random stranger but I really hate being lied to.

"I - Wait. Can you see what am I holding?" The boy asked instead, raising his hand towards me.

"Are you crazy? Put it down!" I yelped in terror, staring at the black sword in the boy's hand. Involuntarily, I shifted a few inches away from the creepy boy. I stared at him curiously and a bit of fear. Why is he holding a sword with him?

"What am I holding?" The boy pressed on, adamant on getting an answer out of me. I frowned slightly at him before answering tentatively, "A sword. Is it real or fake?" I questioned, reaching out and touching the blade.

"Don't!" The boy warned, accidentally moving the sword and causing it to cut my finger.

"Damn!" I cursed as pain shoot through me.

"I told you so." The boy sighed at my stupidity.

I glared at him before putting my finger in my mouth, sucking on it. The boy stared at me for a moment before confirming, "You could see my sword?" I nodded my head since I couldn't speak yet.

"But how?" The boy questioned, more to himself than to me. "How many parents do you have?" He asked, looking at me.

"Two. Duh." I sarcastically replied, removing my finger.

"Okay, then, who do you live with?" The boy asked, a bit annoyed by my answer.

My face turned dark. "None. They're both dead." There was a short silence before I got to my feet. "You know what? I think I should go." My tone was a bit harsh but it had been a long time since people talked about my parents.

"No. I won't let you." The boy declared, standing up as well. I gaped at him in slight surprise. "Excuse me?"

"I said, you're not leaving." The boy stared at me with his soulful eyes. "You're coming with me." He decided.

Hastily, I took a step away from him. "I'm sorry but I'm not going anywhere with you. I don't even know you!" Ignoring me, the boy just approached me.

"Relax. I won't hurt you." The boy promised but I didn't trust him at all. He had a freaking sword! A real, honest to life sword. Who would trust him?

"Back off." I warned him, walking backwards now. Sighing, the boy just reached out and grabbed my arm before blackness engulfed me.