Hey guys! Thanks beforehand, to those who followed and made my fanfic a favorite, also those who reviewed. I enjoy writing this story; I really do hope you guys like reading this as much as I do. And to those of you, who are reading this right now, thanks for following this quite crappy story to its third chapter!

P.S: I am starting to write in third person… from now!

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"I am not dead." Emily's voice was barely audible, that Nico had to step closer to hear her. "Denial," He chuckled cynically. "The first sign of madness," Emily blinked, her long lashes fluttered against her bare skin multiple times.

"Alright… I am dead." She choked out, lone tears spilling out of her aquamarine eyes. Nico disappeared. And reappeared. He put a hand on her right shoulder, and she jumped. Emily spun around, and saw Nico di Angelo towering over her frame, sympathy blazing in his dark eyes. "Hey, don't cry." His voice was soft, smooth and calm, unlike the tone he used on her before. "You will regret this, Nico di Angelo," She spit out his name, venom in her voice. "There is nothing a child of Nemesis can do better than revenge." He stared after her, shell shocked, while the daughter of Nemesis sprinted away and was soon a tiny figure clad in black through Nico's eyes.

Percy pecked Annabeth's cheek and watched his gorgeous girlfriend blush furiously. "Hey there Seaweed Brain; I missed you." She smiled at him, and he put a hand over her shoulder. "So, about that girl yesterday…" Percy started, walking side by side with Annabeth. "Oh, Nico certainly doesn't like her very much." Annabeth frowned, remembering the moment. "Well, one thing's for sure, never mess with a child of Nemesis." Percy stated and sighed. He had to teach sword fighting now, and Annabeth was going to Greek. "See you, Wise girl." Percy winked at her and he entered the sword arena.

Emily watched Percy and Annabeth with a nostalgic expression. She used to be like that, all lovesick. Tears threatened to spill out right after she remembered her past life. Normally, nobody remembered their past after being dead, but jumping into Styx, brought her back to life, gave her back her memory, and also included invulnerability. All that was great, except for the pain and heartache the memories brought her, seeing her loved ones die, and Michael.

"Hey Percy, ready for the ultimate sword fight?" Emily smirked, and pulled out her bronze sword. "Hell yeah, I am so going to beat you." Percy replied. Emily scoffed. "What, you think you can beat me?" Percy asked, making the younger girl smile. "Definitely, I'm a bit rusty, but I'm certainly fit enough to handle you." Percy chuckled and shook his head at the daughter of Nemesis. "Bet you I'm going to win!" Percy shouted after her. "No way!" the younger girl yelled back.

Percy lost to a sixteen year old girl.

Lost.

Sixteen.

Girl.

"Don't be sad, I've trained for years." Emily had patted his shoulder, not helping very much. "Yeah, whatever." He grumbled. "I should've taken that bet, huh?" Emily stated, and she skipped away. "Cute kid, huh?" Percy spun around to see the Italian boy standing behind him. "Hey Nico, yeah, the kid's interesting alright." Nico gave him a small amused smile, as if he were saying 'you've got no idea' which he probably was. At that exact moment, Nico di Angelo collapsed. "I told you, didn't I, di Angelo? There is nothing a child of Nemesis does than revenge." Emily Adams spat out, glaring at the recently knocked out son of Hades.

"Um…" Percy stared at Emily. "Oh, hi Percy, help me with him please?" Emily asked, and Percy shrugged. Soon, they were both dragging the passed out boy towards his cabin. A low whistle of appreciation left Emily's lips when they entered the Hades cabin. "Sweet crib, for such a dull boy." She'd said. Percy snickered. "Now, come on, let's go before he wakes up!" Percy whispered at Emily, feeling quite excited. So that's what the Hermes cabin felt every time they pranked somebody. "Go ahead; I'm going to make sure he feels extra pain." She smirked evilly, and pushed Percy out of the door.

Let's just say what she did included toilet paper, water and peanut butter. Lots of peanut butter. She was just resting in her cabin, grabbing some shuteye, until a certain-outrageously mad-son of Hades burst inside. "Emily Adams! Why the Hades did you do this?" He shrieked, well, as much as a boy could shriek, and she saw his terrible state, much worse than what she planned it to be. "Oh dear, in a sticky mess I see… Well, I told you this, death boy, there is nothing a child of Nemesis does better than revenge. Nothing. At. All." She smirked at the furious boy, who was currently covered in peanut butter flavored toilet paper. Yum. "Don't worry; people will like your new style!" She shut the door at his face and it closed with a loud bang.

That was a good thing to do, right? Right. He deserved it. He so deserved it. But he did try to make her stop crying. Did he feel bad? No, probably not. But… Ugh! Emily shook her head and exited the cabin, waved to Annabeth and Percy, who were both looking at each other with loving eyes, and she sat down below a nice willow tree. She never really noticed camp had a willow tree; perhaps, it just grew after she'd died, which was quite a long time ago. "Hi there!" A girlish voice exclaimed atop her. "Oh, are you a nymph?" Emily looked up, and saw a cute elfish girl with slightly green tinted skin. The girl nodded and jumped down. "I'm so happy I actually have company, I usually just sit there" She pointed to the spot she was before, "Every single day!" The nymph took a seat beside the daughter of Nemesis. "I'm Emily, daughter of Nemesis." Emily smiled at the nymph. "I'm Willow, and my last name is not tree." The auburn haired nymph smiled back. "How long have you been in camp?" Willow asked, tropical green eyes glazed with curiosity. "Quite a while," Emily replied, fumbling with her leather bracelets. "I've left for quite a long time, but I'm back now." The nymph nodded, sensing that her new friend didn't want to speak about that topic again.

"So, you have a boyfriend?" Emily asked Willow, and the nymph blushed. "That was a yes, right?" She said, referring to the blush that was still very prominent on the older girl's face. "His name is Johnny, he's a satyr!" She squealed, as if she were a huge fan of her boyfriend, which she probably might've been. "How about you?" Willow turned to Emily, quickly recovering from blushing. "Well, I had a boyfriend…" Emily trailed off, the old memories hit her again. Just then, the sun started to set and Willow noticed Emily's lack of comfort. "Well, it's going to be dinner soon; you should go, see you!" Emily stood up, brushed the grass off her clothes and waved goodbye to her newfound friend.

I apologize for the stupid chapter. It's a filler chapter, obviously. I think the next chapter would be much more interesting, and hopefully a little bit longer. And I promise I won't ramble as much as I do right now. Pizza anyone? Review!