Nico
Chiron told me I would be getting a twelve-year-old named Ariana to Camp Half-Blood. I was actually kind of excited, for once. He trusted me with a kid! I pondered the possibilities of her godly parent.
I shadow-traveled to her school, and I was disoriented for a few moments. I waited for a minute or so, and then snuck into her math class, sensing her.
Her teacher didn't see a thing, surprisingly. Well, I shouldn't say surprisingly-the Mist. I looked around for a second and found a girl completely dressed in black. I looked at her binder and saw Ariana's name on it, and I tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned around. She looked at me, then something flashed across her eyes.
"Good God!" She screamed, and I hushed her quickly.
Juuuust great. Her teacher finally took notice of me.
"I'm sorry, why are you out of class?" She asked me. I thought of a cover story.
"Our parents called me, and they said that our...grandma died, and we needed to get home. They don't want us to stay at school today."
"Okay, then. What are the names of your parents?" This teacher must've been kinda stupid-doesn't the office have all the parents' names on file or something like that?
"Their names are Ted and Janice." I snapped my fingers, manipulating the Mist, and Mrs. Rogers had a dreamy expression come across her face.
"Yes, alright. Tell your mother I say hello." She dismissed us, and I ushered Ariana into the hallway before second thoughts ruined everything.
"Um, just making sure I'm not dreaming...What's your name?" She asked me nervously.
Why's she nervous? It's not like I'll maul her for asking questions... I thought.
"Nico di Angelo."
"Aaaand what are you here for? How do you know my name?" She questioned further. At least she wasn't scared of me anymore!
"I'm here to take you...somewhere. I was informed of your name before I came." She looked not entirely convinced, and I didn't blame her for being skeptical. She changed her pace to a speed-walk, and she walked up to a navy blue locker. She took out her backpack, shoved her things in, and then slammed the door. I saw her cringe.
"So, how are we getting from Point A to Point B?" she asked as we walked outside.
"Shadow travel," I replied, and she looked about ready to burst out of excitement; I didn't really know why...Had she heard about shadow travel somehow? I gripped her wrist and led her into a large patch of shadow.
We arrived back at camp.
"I give you permission to enter Camp Half-Blood," I stated, and she stumbled, leaning on the barrier. I saw a look of amazement on her face...As if she'd heard about camp before and wanted to visit it really badly. I thought about that flash of realization that went across her face back at the school, and I wondered how she possibly could've known me. I decided I would interrogate her about it later, and gave her the tour.