Sorry for the lack of updates! I actually want to keep the last chapter for a while. I didn't know that gods couldn't kill each other! I mean, Luke "killed" Kronos, and gods killed each other all the time in the myths! Anyway, I'll try to update more! I have a ton of Horse Performances coming up, so I'm uber busy! So, here's the new chapter! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINKKK!:D

The only place I could think of that Zeus would be was Calyda's house. I had seen it a few times in my dreams. The only problem was that it was hours away. I didn't have money for an airplane or a bus, and there weren't any cars in sight.

I had nothing. I just had the clothes on my back. I began to walk in the right direction. It became dark, and it started pour. This wasn't warm rain, oh no, this was freezing rain. My body was trembling, and my teeth were chattering. I could barely see.

I was miserable.

Then, I squinted my eyes and saw a figure in the distance. I wanted to let out a sigh of relief, but I knew better. The figure didn't move, which made me weary. I touched my knife, and kept going.
As I got closer, I began to see the figures features. This wasn't a god. This was a short, skinny girl. She couldn't have been older than 14. She had red hair and bright green eyes and wore a camp half blood shirt. What threw me off were her yellow pupils, and I hesitated when I saw the knife in her hand.

"Calyda has been waiting for you," the girl said, and even though she was petite, her voice was bold. I didn't say anything. Was this a monster in the form of a demigod? I stood my ground, waiting to see what would happen. I controlled my inner-murderer. My heart beat quickly, anxious for the kill. My own body was betraying my mind. my body had been trained to kill, yet that wasn't what I wanted.

Then, something freaky happened. Tears of blood trickled down her face. Blood oozed out of her nose and mouth. The rain washed the blood onto her clothes and matted in her hair. I pulled my knife out as the girl came closer, clenching her long sword.

She finally took a swipe and I ducked. I attempted a roundhouse kick but she easily avoided it. Her sword hit my knife square in the middle, just an inch away from my face. I struggled to keep the sword from breaking through my knife. I pushed and maneuvered, and finally the sword flew from her hands. This girl had no emotion as she fought.

She grabbed my shoulders, and squeezed and did some whacky trick with her feet that sent me flying to the ground. She stood over me, but I kicked my legs up and pushed her away. She slipped on the wet ground, and fell to the ground. I took this opportunity to pounce on her.

The girl evilly smiled at me, as I held the knife above her throat.

"I'm sorry," I wasn't.

Just as I about slit her throat, she grabbed me with such strength and threw me off of her. I was shocked by this strength.

"I can't die yet," she hissed. Her yellow pupils grew larger, and she was still crying blood. She pulled out a wet peace of paper and handed it to me. The paper tore in my hands but I could read what it said.

Family dinner, tonight at 7.

It didn't take any thought to know who had sent this.

"My job is done," the girl whispered. She grabbed her sword, and before I could blink, sunk the blade into her own heart. Blood gushed from her wound. For a second, her pupils turned to black and her face stopped bleeding.

"I didn't want to," she whispered. She crumpled to the ground and I just stood there. I finally understood.

I had just experienced someone being controlled by Calyda. I sat down by the girl, and slid out the bloody sword.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, "it wasn't fair." It wasn't fair that Calyda had chosen her to control. It wasn't fair that Calyda saw demigods as trash. Calyda probably had fun watching this.

I didn't move from the dead body. To me, mind control was the scariest thought ever. This camper had to try to kill me and then kill herself against her own will.

I swore that I would kill Calyda, no matter what. I didn't care who got in the way, or pushed me down. I would kill Calyda with my own dagger. I would plunge it through her heart and forever end this.

Nico's P.O.V

People always assumed I liked being in the underworld. I mean, come on, it's dark, creepy and no one alive around. It should be heaven for me.

But it wasn't.

Being in charge of the underworld wasn't exactly a dream job. I had to hear ghosts sob stories, and tell a dead person he was going to hell. It wasn't exactly a sunny, happy job that included smiles and colorful flowers.

Down in the underworld, there isn't a such thing as time. Everything was free. There wasn't somewhere to be, or a dinner time. I kind of liked that.

I sat in front of my dinner plate, but I wasn't hungry. My father was dead, and Rose was probably going to get killed. Yet, I was here, alone.

"You know, I would have kissed Rose by now if I were you," a voice said from behind me.

I rolled my eyes, "Michael, I'm not exactly kissing material."

Michael appeared in front of me. I wasn't the type of guy to make friends with dead people, yet he was the exception. Since he died, he had insisted on haunting me. It was pretty creepy, if you ask me.

"You should get out there and help her," he persisted. I shook my head. "You like her a lot, Nico. So chase her."

"This isn't the time for feelings," I replied.

"You still haven't told her who I really was, have you?" he questioned.

"No," I answered. I didn't want to tell her. I didn't think she could handle the fact that another one of her companions was a traitor too.
"Aw, it's so cute how you protect Rose from the dirty truth," Michael said, in a sarcastic way.

"How could I tell her that you knew Rose was a goddess all along? I couldn't tell her that you knew Zeus was a traitor," I sighed, "face it, Michael. You didn't have the heart to tell her either."

"I want to make it up to her for not telling her," Michael stated thoughtfully. "Oh, I know. You go help her. She's having dinner with her parents tonight. Maybe you should crash the party."

I stood up, and walked away. Before I could take another step, a sword slid through my stomach. I fell to the ground and looked up into familiar eyes.