Hi! It's Jessie, and this is my second shot at a PJO/HoO since I couldn't finish my last one. This story is all about Zoë Nightshade and Reyna. My personal headcanon story is that the silvery wisp of smoke was the poison and Artemis took it out of Zoë. Zoë is then transported to where demigods will find her. You have to read the story to find out the rest!

Something you may or may not like anout my stories is that the chapters are at least 1500 words (usually longer) and they're good quality. I try to fix all spelling errors and suck of the like. This does mean that chapters will come out slower. The reason I like my chapters to be long is because I've read too many fanfics where authors just take an idea, slap a few words on the page, and upload it. They have tons of spelling and grammatical issues that can be easily spotted and fixed, and the chapters lack emotion and depth. I want my stories to be meaningful and I want them to stick in your brain for you to remember for a long time.

So...even though I'm going to post the first chapter with actual story content right after this, somebody is going to be stupid and report my story for "misuse of the site" so I'm going to give you guys a passage from the Titans Curse to refresh your memory! Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PJO OR HoO AND ALL RIGHTS GO TO ITS RIGHTFUL OWNER, RICK RIORDAN.

"Have I...served thee well?" Zoë whispered.

"With great honor," Artemis said softly. "The finest of my attendants."

Zoë's face relaxed. "Rest. At last."

"I can try to heal the poison, my brave one."

But in that moment, I knew it wasn't just the poison that was killing her. It was her father's final blow. Zoë had known all along that the Oracle's prophecy was about her: she would die by a parent's hand. And yet she'd taken the quest anyway. She'd chosen to save me, and Atlas's fury had broken her inside.

She saw Thalia, and took her hand.

"I am sorry we argued," Zoë said. "We could have been sisters."

"It's my fault," Thalia said, blinking hard. "You were right about Luke, about heroes, men—everything."

"Perhaps not all men," Zoë murmured. She smiled weakly at me. "Do you still have the sword, Percy?"

I couldn't speak, but I brought out Riptide and put the pen in her hand. She grasped it contentedly. "You spoke the truth, Percy Jackson. You are nothing like...like Hercules. I am honored that you carry this sword."

A shudder ran through her body.

"Zoë—" I said.

"Stars," she whispered. "I can see the stars again, my lady."

A tear trickled down Artemis's cheek. "Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight."

"Stars," Zoë repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. She did not move again.
Thalia lowered her head. Annabeth gulped down a sob, and his father put his hands on her shoulders. I watched as Artemis cupped her hand above Zoë's mouth and spoke a few words in Ancient Greek. A silvery wisp of smoke exhaled from Zoë's lips and was caught in the hand of the goddess. Zoë's body shimmered and disappeared.

Alright! Keep reading, Chapter 1 is going up right after this! Please review! Bye!