A/N: Warning. This is a sequel to my other fanfic, How My Personal World Imploded. If you want to continue, please read the prequel, which can be found at my profile, because I tried posting the link and it didn't all show up.

Now that we've weeded out those who haven't read Katy's little tale, let's get down to business. Part 1 of this prologue is in the point of view of Bunny Parker, who, as you know, is a thirty-two year old woman who took part in the last story. Part 2 is from a third person point of view, but the rest of the story will be in the POV of Nick whose last name I'm brainstorming right now. My original ideas, Nick Ke$ha and Nick Cullen, have been shot down. Nick Abel, Lerman, Jackson, and Daddario have been rejected as well. After Nick Astley, Nick Norris, Nick Adcock, Nick Abercrombie, Nick Fitch, Nick Hollister, and Nick Odair (shut up, Freddy, Finnick does not look like Efron) I have finally settled on Nick Acres. It sounds nice, doesn't it?

Okay, so you remember how I said "let's get down to business" and then blathered on for a year? Well, let's get back down to business. This is set at the end of June and therefore school, a little more than six months after How My Personal World yadda yadda yadda. Um, I think that's all of it, right?

And… IT BEGINS!

Prologue – Part 1

Hiya. I'm Bunny Parker. You know me, you've gotta.

I've lived a long life for a half-blood. In that long life, I've learned a few things.

First thing I've learned is that the history tends to repeat itself. Who brought down Ouranos? His son, Kronos. Who brought down Kronos? His son, Zeus. Well, and Percy, or Luke, or Annabeth, or whatever you want to say. (Personally I think Nico and Hades saved the day, but hey.) Kind of sexist, how the sons are always bringing their dad's down. It's about time a girl ruled the world, isn't it?

Life is, from an immortal's point of view, kind of boring. The gods watch us humans make a mess of everything day after day, year after year, century after century. But then we tend to pick ourselves back up and really get going, and then when we least expect it, poof. We're dead again, and the gods laugh. This is just a theory, but I'm sure Nemesis has something to do with that.

They say that geniuses are madmen. My history teacher told me that, a bazillion years ago, when I was still in school. Geniuses see the world in a different way than we do, and that drives them nuts, or something. Well let me tell you something I didn't need to be told, and learned from experience: Power corrupts. You could have an extraordinary person, a great role model, mature, clever, and strong, but put him or her in a place of power and it'll kill 'em. Like when Thalia had the option to bring down Olympus – the decision nearly corrupted her judgment. That whole paragraph was kind of random, but I've been waiting a long time to share that knowledge. Hades is a really bad listener.

Second thing I know is that the hero doesn't always win. Ever heard the phrase "Only the good die young"? Sometimes evil wins. It kind of sucks. I grew up being the wistful, preoccupied little girl in the Hermes cabin. I read fairy tales, love stories, anything that had a happy ending. Well, Luke's ending wasn't too happy, was it?

Lastly, I learned that even if a hero wins, sometimes he/she loses something, too. Or they die. When Annabeth and Percy won the whole Titan War thinga-mc-bobber, they lost Luke, didn't they? It's sad. Losing a love to something like that. Poor Annabeth. My other examples are Luke and Nico. Luke was a hero, or at least that's what everyone else says, but he died anyway. And Silena, Beckendorf, Michael Yew, Ethan Nakawhatsit – they all died. Poor Nico probably had some sort of slow, torturous death, and then it was straight to Tartarus with him.

Basically, what I'm trying to get across is this: Sometimes, the hero doesn't get his/her happily ever after.

And damn, I wish I'd had the sense to tell Nick that before all this.

Part 2

It was dark. In the woods of Camp Half-Blood, two girls met up under the cover of the trees, hidden by the shadows. A river ran smoothly just beside them, its gurgling successfully hiding the girls' voices. They were an unlikely alliance, considering all their differences. But hey, when push comes to shove….

"You swear you'll protect him." It wasn't a question, just a confirmation.

"Yes." The second girl's grim, determined expression and sharp nod made the first girl a little more confident, and her shoulders relaxed.

"Blood oath, then?" The first girl's devilish grin was lit up by the moon.

"What the heck is that?"

"Well, I have my own way of doing it. It's like a spit shake, but with blood."

"Ew, no way! Are you crazy?"

"Stop being a sissy. It's just a little blood. Do you really mean it or not?"

The second girl hesitated, then cringed and held out her palm. "You suck."

The first girl smiled again and sliced her friend's palm, just a little, then slashed her own. "Didn't even hurt. C'mon, shake." She grabbed hold of the other girl's hand and shook it vigorously, their blood mingling.

The second girl pulled her hand away and gagged at her bloody palm. "Oh, that is so gross. Why does it bleed so much?"

"It's only blood." Then she grinned. "An oath to keep with final breath, eh?"

The second girl looked confused for a second, but then laughed as she recognized the words. "Oh, we've really stepped in it now."