Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or any characters except my oc's

Author note: sorry if this isn't what you expected, but it's my first story, and sorry if some people seem a bit ooc I'll try to lee them as normal as possible, and I could you some constructive criticism since I'm knew, but please don't be jerks.

I can hear them. I can hear the monsters. They're getting closer, and closer. I won't be able to hide for much longer. I always knew there was something different about me, everyone knew it, but this is just ridiculous.

My eyes close. I listen to the loud stomps of the Cyclops. This is it. This is where I die, and to think I never kept my promise. Oh well not everyone can die the way they want.

I hear footsteps, but they're not heavy like the monsters. Something's coming. I look up when the noises stop to find myself staring into dark eyes. I squeak and jump a little before getting a better look at the boy who just appeared.

His eyes, like I said, were dark almost as dark as a starless moonless night. His hair was messy and untamed, it was pitch black as well. His skin was white, and I don't mean an off white like eggshell, I mean completely white.

I blinked taking in his appearance. He wore a black shirt with a skull on it and black jean. 'Wow. Must be Goth' I thought. I saw a slight gleam in the moonlight, and looked down at his fingers to see a silver skull ring. Attached to his belt (black of course) was a black sword that made me shiver. The thing that got me most of all though was how thin he was. I mean seriously this guy was a walking skeleton.

"You look like a twig." I said just looking at him. He blinked, then blinked again. Finally after all the blinking was done he just shook his head. "What are you doing anyway?" I end up asking. "Don't you know there's a monster out there? You know the big Cyclops?"

"I killed it." Was the only answer I got from him. "What are you doing still sitting there?" He asked. "We need to get out of here before any others come."

"I would, but first off I don't know your name."

"Nico Di Angelo." He said simply.

"And second I don't have my chair."

"You're what?"

"My wheelchair. I would get out of here, but I kind of can't walk, and when I hid behind here I pushed my chair away to live a little longer." I explained as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Yep I've gone completely and totally nuts.

"Oh…" he said looking over to where he killed I pointed. "Well… um…I think it's squished."

"Well RIP to my oldest and best friend then. How am I supposed to get out of here now?"

"I could help you with that if you answer a question for me." I nod and he continues. "Who's your godly parent?"

I looked up. "My what?" He just stared at me. "Umm…. I-I don't know." I said thinking.

"Well then we better hurry to camp and sort this out oh but another question. What's your name?"

"Pearl." I say. "Pearl Cornelia. I know lame name but hey I'm stuck with it."

Nico just nodded and without any warning picked me up. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck so I didn't fall. "Hold on tight." He said. "Shadow travel is hard for someone who isn't use to it."

Before I could ask what he meant we were suddenly going through a dark, dark place. I could swear there were things talking and the place just gave me the chills. Suddenly we weren't in that strange dark place any more. We were in the middle of what looked like a summer camp, only it wasn't summer. I looked up at Nico expecting some sort of explanation, but I only got one sentence out of him.

"Welcome to camp half-blood."