Christmas of 2027

Etta-Dawns P.O.V

I had just finished my Christmas shopping, naturally I procrastinated and waited until the twenty-third to finish, but at least I got the job done. I, unfortunately was shopping alone, due to Luna having finished her shopping three days after Nov. 11.

So here I am walking the streets of New York, staring wistfully at the decked out windows and cute boutiques. At the end of the block my feet begin to throb; looking down at my six inch heels I realize that they were a dreadful choice of footwear for walking.

Waving my arm frantically, attempting to catch a cab, makes me look stupider than my IQ. Finally, after a few minutes which feel like centuries, a taxi stops at the curb. Pulling the door open I practically throw my shopping bags on the seat, managing to miss the very attractive person also getting into my cab.

Said person had dark hair falling into his yes and acid green eyes starring into my soul, reading me like a book. Instead of a simple 'hello' I decide to let my mouth move without my brains permission.

"Why are you in my cab?" I snap.

"Excuse me, I believe that I hailed this cab," He replies calmly; voice heavily accented.

"I think you are very wrong mister. I waved my arms like an idiot for this cab," I state, sassily.

"Mister?" He questions, smirking cocky.

"Yes, Mister," I say, lengthening my S's and R's, "Now get out of my cab."

"How about we share the cab and as an apology I take you to a Christmas party," he flirts.

I blush, "Deal."

/After a Long Cab Ride/

"Can I get you're name and number," he asks while I exit the cab.

"xxx-xxx-xxxx, and my name is Etty."

He extends his hand, "Sin."

I walk away smiling an annoying grin at my new found crush.

/Next day, 7:00/

Applying an extra coat of my favourite lipstick, my door is knocked upon.

"It's always open," I shout.

"Hello beautiful," an accented voice interrupts the silence.

"Where on earth did you come from to have earned such a wonderful voice," I question.

"Ireland," he replies.

"ooh a foreigner, fascinating," I state seductively.

He chuckles at my antics.

"Shall we get a move on," he gestures to the door.

"We shall," I say while shrugging on a coat.

/At the Party/

Walking up through the forest is not where I expected to be at the moment; I expected to be at some formal party in Manhattan, not the middle of the long island woods. The only people I know who willingly travel to long island are Luna and Conner, and they have legitimate reasons.

I was beginning to think that Sin is going to murder me in cold blood.

"I'm not going to murder you," he states, almost as if he read my mind.

"Can you," I begin.

"Read minds, no, you were just thinking out loud."

"Oh," I say dumbly.

"Don't worry, we're almost there," he reassures.

As if on cue we walk into a clearing with a gigantic pine standing in the middle. An arch stands strong, welcoming anyone in. He takes my hand and pulls me through the arch; entering me into a whole new world- or well a summer camp.

"We're in a summer camp," I deadpan.

"Great observation skills," his voice full of sarcasm.

"Ha ha you're so funny."

He then proceeds to lead me into the building full of bleachers; the space is so heavily decorated I'd say it rivals time's square, or Luna's house.

"Wow," I begin looking around.

My eyes cast over the crowd looking at smiling, laughing, and dancing couples. Sin places his hand on my lower back leading me towards a group of talking people.

"Travis," he shouts, "Katie, you look as lovely as ever."

I look at this Travis fellow and begin to notice his familiar features. I couldn't put my finger on it until….

"Conner," I say under my breath.

"Excuse me," the Conner look alike says.

"Nothing, you just really look like someone I know," I wave it off.

Another man then joins are conversation and he looks even more familiar that the last. I recognize this guy, it's hard not too after the mistake I made. I hang my head low trying too avoid his gaze. I only catch snippets of their conversation until Sin has the brilliant idea of introducing me.

"Oh Nico, this is my date," he begin but is then interrupted when I lift my head.

"Etta-Dawn Fodin, my has it been a long time,"Nico then finishes.

"It truly has," I supply.

"How is that best friend of yours; are they coming tonight?" He questions, completely ignoring Sin's shocked face.

"I didn't even know I was coming, I also didn't know about him being one of you."

"Oh Sin, you picked a good one she has good taste; I should know," I blush at his comment and mockery.

"Wait," Sin interrupts, "You two know each other."

Before I could explain Nico cuts in, "We're godparents."

I let out a sigh of relief thinking he'd leave out an embarrassing detail until, "And she hit on me, how long ago."

"Ten years," I mumble out.

"So you know him," he puts the pieces together, "does that mean you're a."

"Demigod, no I am not," I complete his thought.

"Oh, well."

"However you are," I finish his sentence, "Which one."

"Nemisis," he says proudly.

"Never met offspring of Nemisis before."

"Who's offspring have you met?" he questions, confused.

"Um," I think, counting all the half-bloods I've met.

"2 children of Apollo, 1 son of Hades, 1 son of Hermes, 1 daughter of Venus, 1 daughter of Ceres, Hermes and Artemis themselves and," I blank for a moment, "and a daughter of Artemis."

"That's a lot of Half-bloods," he huffs out.

"It really is, plus my godson is a legacy of Hermes and Artemis."

"So how did you find out about this world," he asks, genuinely interested.

"I was attacked and then flirted with Nico in a mall food court," I state matter-of-factly.

Before he could answer a voice in the distance interrupts, "Etty," followed by a happy gurgle.

"Luna," I take Neeky Jr. into my arms, "and how's the happy baby," I coo.

"What are you doing here," she says shocked.

"Sin brought me," I reply in my baby voice.

"Sin, son of Nemisis, bad boy and official fuckboy of camp since 2021," she looks angered.

"He just stole my cab Lune."

"Good," she says taking back my godson, then walking back over to her husband.

"Come on," Sin takes me over to the exit.

"Thanks for bringing me here," I say while looking up through mascara coated lashes.

"Thanks for coming," he looks up, "It's tradition."

"Watch for the nargles," I giggle.

And then he kisses me, soft and gentle and passionate all at once.

"You stole my cab, and my heart."