Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in this, except my OCs- Elysia, and the ones that have yet to appear.

To the world of the people below, and the immortal beings of Olympus, the woman with the long hair and purple eyes did not exist, and was unknown. They could not tell you her name, where she came from, who her parents were, her age, and where she lived. They could not tell you about whether or not she had any children, or what she did for a living.

Nico di Angelo was no different. He could not tell you any of those things, some of which would have come in handy for what he was trying to achieve. What was he trying to achieve, you may ask. Well, I suppose you'll have to find out. You won't get it easily out of Nico, nor of me.

However, on his quest, he was simply told the cryptic message to find Thought by a strange nymph dressed in all purple and with violets braided into her hair. Find Thought? Thought was, is everywhere. It is the similarity between humans and immortals and monsters alike. They all think. Nico had wracked his brains.

He'd looked everywhere in the Underworld, he'd checked all the spots that would make sense to him in the mortal world, and he'd even attempted to search Mount Olympus. In the end, for all his brain-wracking, and searches, he'd nothing. It was all in vain.

He returned to the nymph's field of flowers in a rather bad mood. She was just where he'd left her, sitting among the violets. She looked up at him, and to his increasing annoyance, she didn't look that irritated. "Hello again!", she said, waving cheerfully. Her wavy, blonde-purple hair bobbed in the wind.

Nico didn't say anything and just glared at her. She sighed sadly. "You couldn't find her, could you? And, now, I suppose, you want more information." He nodded stiffly. "Well, you're out of luck." He glared at her. Several flowers wilted. The nymph narrowed her eyes at him.

Stupid demi-gods, she was thinking, always ruining my flowers for some silly information about Thought. As if she'd help them anyway. "Please. Don't. Touch. My. Violets." The words were laced with a threat, as if the silly happy demeanor that she'd kept about her was all just a ruse and that he'd better tread carefully.

However, Nico di Angelo was a demigod. And demigods did not tread carefully. In a few seconds, there was a ring of dead violets surrounding the angered nymph. "There'll be more just like that, if you don't tell me how to find Thought." He spoke for the first time, his words cool, like he couldn't care either way, but he did, and he was all the more dangerous for it.

And, he had more threats to deliver to the violet nymph, however, he wouldn't get to them because directly after he finished his sentence, he was wrapped in a tightly woven prison of flowers. How embarrassing, although personally, it's rather amusing.

For the first time, fear seeped through the carefully constructed wall between him and his feelings. Amazing the wonders of a flower prison can do to your humility. Trust me, I know. The nymph leaned over him, and for the first time, the smell of violets seemed rather dangerous.

"I'd have told you more, for a bargain, if you hadn't killed my flowers!" she snapped. "You're lucky that I haven't turned you into one already. And, you're especially lucky that she wants to be found." Nico gasped through the vines that she'd wrapped around his neck.

"Wants to … be found?" he rasped out. "Yes!" she snapped again. "That's what I just said! Do keep up!" She flicked her wrist, and he was flung out of them. He landed on his knees, panting for the air that'd been held back by the violets. "Where do you go to collect yourself? Your… thoughts? Where can one find peace of mind?"

Nico coughed, and looked up. She was gone. Well, wasn't that fantastic? He stood up, and started to think about the last words she'd said. Where can one find peace of mind? That was different for everyone.

But, he could usually find it easy to collect himself when he was alone. In a dark place. He definitely wasn't alone in this field of violets- the nymph was probably still somewhere, watching him, and it wasn't dark.

He shadowed traveled out of the field, and onto a boulder that outlooked over the ocean. The ocean. Of course. Nico sat down, feeling like he'd betrayed himself by coming here. He watched the waves a while, before attempting to collect himself.

The shimmer of air was almost so quiet he didn't see her before she was right by him. She was a petite woman with hair that ranged from black roots to pure snowy white tips. Her eyes glowed purple. She radiated pure power, like she could invade every part of his being, and take him over, and see, truly see who he was. Like she could feel everything. The hurt, loneliness, pain- everything that was buried deep beneath, him and the anger. Like it would all come out, a raging river of pure emo- No.

He had to control himself. This was just her effect on him. She sat down next to him, her eyes boring into him. "You called?"

Only fools tempt the Fates.

I suppose I really don't have an author's note here, except to say that I hoped you liked it, please review, and happy early Thanksgiving! :D~ GriffinGirl8655